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Certainly such was very far from the lady’s +intention; and who knows to what extent they are true?<br> +<br> +<br> +The frolic of Shakspeare in deer-stealing was the cause of his <i>Hegira</i>;<i> +</i>and his connection with players in London was the cause of his writing +plays. Had he remained in his native town, his ambition had never +been excited by the applause of the intellectual, the popular, and the +powerful, which, after all, was hardly sufficient to excite it. +He wrote from the same motive as he acted, - to earn his daily bread. +He felt his own powers; but he cared little for making them felt by +others more than served his wants.<br> +<br> +The malignant may doubt, or pretend to doubt, the authenticity of the +<i>Examination </i>here published. Let us, who are not malignant, +be cautious of adding anything to the noisome mass of incredulity that +surrounds us; let us avoid the crying sin of our age, in which the “Memoirs +of a Parish Clerk,” edited as they were by a pious and learned +dignitary of the Established Church, are questioned in regard to their +genuineness; and even the privileges of Parliament are inadequate to +cover from the foulest imputation - the imputation of having exercised +his inventive faculties - the elegant and accomplished editor of Eugene +Aram’s apprehension, trial, and defence.<br> +<br> +Indeed, there is little of real history, excepting in romances. +Some of these are strictly true to nature; while histories in general +give a distorted view of her, and rarely a faithful record either of +momentous or of common events.<br> +<br> +Examinations taken from the mouth are surely the most trustworthy. +Whoever doubts it may be convinced by Ephraim Barnett.<br> +<br> +The Editor is confident he can give no offence to any person who may +happen to bear the name of Lucy. The family of Sir Thomas became +extinct nearly half a century ago, and the estates descended to the +Rev. Mr. John Hammond, of Jesus College, in Oxford, a respectable Welsh +curate, between whom and him there existed at his birth eighteen prior +claimants. He took the name of Lucy.<br> +<br> +The reader will form to himself, from this “Examination of Shakspeare,” +more favourable opinion of Sir Thomas than is left upon his mind by +the dramatist in the character of Justice Shallow. The knight, +indeed, is here exhibited in all his pride of birth and station, in +all his pride of theologian and poet; he is led by the nose, while he +believes that nobody can move him, and shows some other weaknesses, +which the least attentive observer will discover; but he is not without +a little kindness at the bottom of the heart, - a heart too contracted +to hold much, or to let what it holds ebulliate very freely. But, +upon the whole, we neither can utterly hate nor utterly despise him. +Ungainly as he is. -<br> +<br> +<br> +Circum præcordia ludit.<br> +<br> +<br> +The author of the “Imaginary Conversations” seems, in his +“Boccacio and Petrarca,” to have taken his idea of <i>Sir</i> +<i>Magnus </i>from this manuscript. He, however, has adapted that +character to the times; and in <i>Sir Magnus </i>the coward rises to +the courageous, the unskilful in arms becomes the skilful, and war is +to him a teacher of humanity. With much superstition, theology +never molests him; scholarship and poetry are no affairs of his. +He doubts of himself and others, and is as suspicious in his ignorance +as Sir Thomas is confident.<br> +<br> +With these wide diversities, there are family features, such as are +likely to display themselves in different times and circumstances, and +some so generically prevalent as never to lie quite dormant in the breed. +In both of them there is parsimony, there is arrogance, there is contempt +of inferiors, there is abject awe of power, there is irresolution, there +is imbecility. But Sir Magnus has no knowledge, and no respect +for it. Sir Thomas would almost go thirty miles, even to Oxford, +to see a fine specimen of it, although, like most of those who call +themselves the godly, he entertains the most undoubting belief that +he is competent to correct the errors of the wisest and most practised +theologian.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +EDITOR’S APOLOGY.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +A part only of the many deficiencies which the reader will discover +in this book is attributable to the Editor. These, however, it +is his duty to account for, and he will do it as briefly as he can.<br> +<br> +The <i>fac-similes </i>(as printers’ boys call them, meaning <i>specimens</i>) +of the handwriting of nearly all the persons introduced, might perhaps +have been procured had sufficient time been allowed for another journey +into Warwickshire. That of Shakspeare is known already in the +signature to his will, but deformed by sickness; that of Sir Thomas +Lucy is extant at the bottom of a commitment of a female vagrant, for +having a sucking child in her arms on the public road; that of Silas +Gough is affixed to the register of births and marriages, during several +years, in the parishes of Hampton Lucy and Charlecote, and certifies +one death, - Euseby Treen’s; surmised, at least, to be his by +the letters “E. T.” cut on a bench seven inches thick, under +an old pollard-oak outside the park paling of Charlecote, toward the +northeast. For this discovery the Editor is indebted to a most +respectable, intelligent farmer in the adjoining parish of Wasperton, +in which parish Treen’s elder brother lies buried. The worthy +farmer is unwilling to accept the large portion of fame justly due to +him for the services he has thus rendered to literature in elucidating +the history of Shakspeare and his times. In possession of another +agricultural gentleman there was recently a very curious piece of iron, +believed by many celebrated antiquaries to have constituted a part of +a knight’s breast-plate. It was purchased for two hundred +pounds by the trustees of the British Museum, among whom, the reader +will be grieved to hear, it produced dissension and coldness; several +of them being of opinion that it was merely a gorget, while others were +inclined to the belief that it was the forepart of a horse-shoe. +The Committee of Taste and the Heads of the Archæological Society +were consulted. These learned, dispassionate, and benevolent men +had the satisfaction of conciliating the parties at variance, - each +having yielded somewhat and every member signing, and affixing his seal +to the signature, that, if indeed it be the forepart of a horse-shoe, +it was probably Ismael’s, - there being a curved indentation along +it, resembling the first letter of his name, and there being no certainty +or record that he died in France, or was left in that country by Sir +Magnus.<br> +<br> +The Editor is unable to render adequate thanks to the Rev. Stephen Turnover +for the gratification he received in his curious library by a sight +of Joseph Carnaby’s name at full length, in red ink, coming from +a trumpet in the mouth of an angel. This invaluable document is +upon an engraving in a frontispiece to the New Testament. But +since unhappily he could procure no signature of Hannah Hathaway, nor +of her mother, and only a questionable one of Mr. John Shakspeare, the +poet’s father, - there being two, in two very different hands, +- both he and the publisher were of opinion that the graphical part +of the volume would be justly censured as extremely incomplete, and +that what we could give would only raise inextinguishable regret for +that which we could not. On this reflection all have been omitted.<br> +<br> +The Editor is unwilling to affix any mark of disapprobation on the very +clever engraver who undertook the sorrel mare; but as in the memorable +words of that ingenious gentleman from Ireland whose polished and elaborate +epigrams raised him justly to the rank of prime minister, -<br> +<br> +<br> +“White was not <i>so</i> <i>very </i>white,” -<br> +<br> +<br> +in like manner it appeared to nearly all the artists he consulted that +the sorrel mare was not <i>so sorrel </i>in print.<br> +<br> +There is another and a graver reason why the Editor was induced to reject +the contribution of his friend the engraver; and this is, a neglect +of the late improvements in his art, he having, unadvisedly or thoughtlessly, +drawn in the old-fashioned manner lines at the two sides and at the +top and bottom of his print, confining it to such limits as paintings +are confined in by their frames. Our spirited engravers, it is +well-known, disdain this thraldom, and not only give unbounded space +to their scenery, but also melt their figures in the air, - so advantageously, +that, for the most part, they approach the condition of cherubs. +This is the true aërial perspective, so little understood heretofore. +Trees, castles, rivers, volcanoes, oceans, float together in absolute +vacancy; the solid earth is represented, what we know it actually is, +buoyant as a bubble, so that no wonder if every horse is endued with +all the privileges of Pegasus, save and except our sorrel. Malicious +carpers, insensible or invidious of England’s glory, deny her +in this beautiful practice the merit of invention, assigning it to the +Chinese in their tea-cups and saucers; but if not absolutely new and +ours, it must be acknowledged that we have greatly improved and extended +the invention.<br> +<br> +Such are the reasons why the little volume here laid before the public +is defective in those decorations which the exalted state of literature +demands. Something of compensation is supplied by a Memorandum +of Ephraim Barnett, written upon the inner cover, and printed below.<br> +<br> +The Editor, it will be perceived, is but little practised in the ways +of literature; much less is he gifted with that prophetic spirit which +can anticipate the judgment of the public. It may be that he is +too idle or too apathetic to think anxiously or much about the matter; +and yet he has been amused, in his earlier days, at watching the first +appearance of such few books as he believed to be the production of +some powerful intellect. He has seen people slowly rise up to +them, like carp in a pond when food is thrown into it; some of which +carp snatch suddenly at a morsel, and swallow it; others touch it gently +with their barb, pass deliberately by, and leave it; others wriggle +and rub against it more disdainfully; others, in sober truth, know not +what to make of it, swim round and round it, eye it on the sunny side, +eye it on the shady, approach it, question it, shoulder it, flap it +with the tail, turn it over, look askance at it, take a pea-shell or +a worm instead of it, and plunge again their heads into the comfortable +mud. After some seasons the same food will suit their stomachs +better.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +EXAMINATION, ETC., ETC.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +About one hour before noontide the youth WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE, accused +of deer-stealing, and apprehended for that offence, was brought into +the great hall at Charlecote, where, having made his obeisance, it was +most graciously permitted him to stand.<br> +<br> +The worshipful Sir Thomas Lucy, Knight, seeing him right opposite, on +the farther side of the long table, and fearing no disadvantage, did +frown upon him with great dignity; then, deigning ne’er a word +to the culprit, turned he his face toward his chaplain, Sir Silas Gough, +who stood beside him, and said unto him most courteously, and unlike +unto one who in his own right commandeth, -<br> +<br> +“Stand out of the way! What are those two varlets bringing +into the room?”<br> +<br> +“The table, sir,” replied Master Silas, “upon the +which the consumption of the venison was perpetrated.”<br> +<br> +The youth, William Shakspeare, did thereupon pray and beseech his lordship +most fervently, in this guise:-<br> +<br> +“Oh, sir! do not let him turn the tables against me, who am only +a simple stripling, and he an old codger.”<br> +<br> +But Master Silas did bite his nether lip, and did cry aloud, -<br> +<br> +“Look upon those deadly spots!”<br> +<br> +And his worship did look thereupon most staidly, and did say in the +ear of Master Silas, but in such wise that it reached even unto mine,<br> +<br> +“Good honest chandlery, methinks!”<br> +<br> +“God grant it may turn out so!” ejaculated Master Silas.<br> +<br> +The youth, hearing these words, said unto him, -<br> +<br> +“I fear, Master Silas, gentry like you often pray God to grant +what <i>he </i>would rather not; and now and then what <i>you </i>would +rather not.”<br> +<br> +Sir Silas was wroth at this rudeness of speech about God in the face +of a preacher, and said, reprovingly, -<br> +<br> +“Out upon thy foul mouth, knave! upon which lie slaughter and +venison.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon did William Shakspeare sit mute awhile, and discomfited; then +turning toward Sir Thomas, and looking and speaking as one submiss and +contrite, he thus appealed unto him:-<br> +<br> +“Worshipful sir! were there any signs of venison on my mouth, +Master Silas could not for his life cry out upon it, nor help kissing +it as ’twere a wench’s.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas looked upon him with most lordly gravity and wisdom, and +said unto him, in a voice that might have come from the bench:<br> +<br> +“Youth, thou speakest irreverently;” and then unto Master +Silas: “Silas! to the business on hand. Taste the fat upon +yon boor’s table, which the constable hath brought hither, good +Master Silas! And declare upon oath, being sworn in my presence, +first, whether said fat do proceed of venison; secondly, whether said +venison be of buck or doe.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon the reverend Sir Silas did go incontinently, and did bend +forward his head, shoulders, and body, and did severally taste four +white solid substances upon an oaken board; said board being about two +yards long, and one yard four inches wide, - found in, and brought thither +from, the tenement or messuage of Andrew Haggit, who hath absconded. +Of these four white solid substances, two were somewhat larger than +a groat, and thicker; one about the size of King Henry the Eighth’s +shilling, when our late sovereign lord of blessed memory was toward +the lustiest; and the other, that is to say the middlemost, did resemble +in some sort, a mushroom, not over fresh, turned upward on its stalk.<br> +<br> +“And what sayest thou, Master Silas?” quoth the knight.<br> +<br> +In reply whereunto Sir Silas thus averred:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“Venison! o’ my conscience!<br> +Buck! or burn me alive!<br> +<br> +<br> +The three splashes in the circumference are verily and indeed venison; +buck, moreover, - and Charlecote buck, upon my oath!”<br> +<br> +Then carefully tasting the protuberance in the centre, he spat it out, +crying, -<br> +<br> +“<i>Pho! pho</i>! <i>villain</i>! <i>villain</i>!” and shaking +his fist at the culprit.<br> +<br> +Whereat the said culprit smiled and winked, and said off-hand, -<br> +<br> +“Save thy spittle, Silas! It would supply a gaudy mess to +the hungriest litter; but it would turn them from whelps into wolvets. +’T is pity to throw the best of thee away. Nothing comes +out of thy mouth that is not savoury and solid, bating thy wit, thy +sermons, and thy promises.”<br> +<br> +It was my duty to write down the very words, irreverent as they are, +being so commanded. More of the like, it is to be feared, would +have ensued, but that Sir Thomas did check him, saying, shrewdly, -<br> +<br> +“Young man! I perceive that if I do not stop thee in thy +courses, thy name, being involved in thy company’s, may one day +or other reach across the county; and folks may handle it and turn it +about, as it deserveth, from Coleshill to Nuneaton, from Bromwicham +to Brownsover. And who knoweth but that, years after thy death, +the very house wherein thou wert born may be pointed at, and commented +on, by knots of people, gentle and simple! What a shame for an +honest man’s son! Thanks to me, who consider of measures +to prevent it! Posterity shall laud and glorify me for plucking +thee clean out of her head, and for picking up timely a ticklish skittle, +that might overthrow with it a power of others just as light. +I will rid the hundred of thee, with God’s blessing! - nay, the +whole shire. We will have none such in our county; we justices +are agreed upon it, and we will keep our word now and forevermore. +Woe betide any that resembles thee in any part of him!”<br> +<br> +Whereunto Sir Silas added, -<br> +<br> +“We will dog him, and worry him, and haunt him, and bedevil him; +and if ever he hear a comfortable word, it shall be in a language very +different from his own.”<br> +<br> +“As different as thine is from a Christian’s,” said +the youth.<br> +<br> +“Boy! thou art slow of apprehension,” said Sir Thomas, with +much gravity; and taking up the cue, did rejoin, -<br> +<br> +“Master Silas would impress upon thy ductile and tender mind the +danger of evil doing; that we, in other words that justice is resolved +to follow him up, even beyond his country, where he shall hear nothing +better than the Italian or the Spanish, or the black language, or the +language of Turk or Troubadour, or Tartar or Mongol. And, forsooth, +for this gentle and indirect reproof, a gentleman in priest’s +orders is told by a stripling that he lacketh Christianity! Who +then shall give it?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Who, indeed? when the founder of the feast leaveth an invited +guest so empty! Yea, sir, the guest was invited, and the board +was spread. The fruits that lay upon it be there still, and fresh +as ever; and the bread of life in those capacious canisters is unconsumed +and unbroken,”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS <i>(aside).<br> +<br> +</i>“The knave maketh me hungry with his mischievous similitudes.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Thou hast aggravated thy offence, Wil Shakspeare! Irreverent +caitiff! is this a discourse for my chaplain and clerk? Can he +or the worthy scribe Ephraim (his worship was pleased to call me worthy) +write down such words as those, about litter and wolvets, for the perusal +and meditation of the grand jury? If the whole corporation of +Stratford had not unanimously given it against thee, still his tongue +would catch thee, as the evet catcheth a gnat. Know, sirrah, the +reverend Sir Silas, albeit ill appointed for riding, and not over-fond +of it, goeth to every house wherein is a venison feast for thirty miles +round. Not a buck’s hoof on any stable-door but it awakeneth +his recollections like a red letter.”<br> +<br> +This wholesome reproof did bring the youth back again to his right senses; +and then said he, with contrition, and with a wisdom beyond his years, +and little to be expected from one who had spoken just before so unadvisedly +and rashly, -<br> +<br> +“Well do I know it, your worship! And verily do I believe +that a bone of one being shovelled among the soil upon his coffin would +forthwith quicken <a name="citation8a"></a><a href="#footnote8a">{8a}</a> +him. Sooth to say, there is ne’er a buckhound in the county +but he treateth him as a godchild, patting him on the head, soothing +his velvety ear between thumb and forefinger, ejecting tick from tenement, +calling him ‘fine fellow,’ ‘noble lad,’ and +giving him his blessing, as one dearer to him than a king’s debt +to a debtor, <a name="citation8b"></a><a href="#footnote8b">{8b}</a> +or a bastard to a dad of eighty. This is the only kindness I ever +heard of Master Silas toward his fellow-creatures. Never hold +me unjust, Sir Knight, to Master Silas. Could I learn other good +of him, I would freely say it; for we do good by speaking it, and none +is easier. Even bad men are not bad men while they praise the +just. Their first step backward is more troublesome and wrenching +to them than the first forward.”<br> +<br> +“In God’s name, where did he gather all this?” whispered +his worship to the chaplain, by whose side I was sitting. “Why, +he talks like a man of forty-seven, or more!”<br> +<br> +“I doubt his sincerity, sir!” replied the chaplain. +“His words are fairer now - ”<br> +<br> +“Devil choke him for them!” interjected he, with an undervoice.<br> +<br> +“ - and almost book-worthy; but out of place. What the scurvy +cur yelped against me, I forgive him as a Christian. Murrain upon +such varlet vermin! It is but of late years that dignities have +come to be reviled. The other parts of the Gospel were broken +long before, - this was left us; and now this likewise is to be kicked +out of doors, amid the mutterings of such mooncalves as him yonder.”<br> +<br> +“Too true, Silas!” said the knight, sighing deeply. +“Things are not as they were in our glorious wars of York and +Lancaster. The knaves were thinned then, - two or three crops +a year of that rank squitch-grass which it has become the fashion of +late to call the people. There was some difference then between +buff doublets and iron mail, and the rogues felt it. Well-a-day! +we must bear what God willeth, and never repine, although it gives a +man the heart-ache. We are bound in duty to keep these things +for the closet, and to tell God of them only when we call upon his holy +name, and have him quite by ourselves.”<br> +<br> +Sir Silas looked discontented and impatient, and said, snappishly, -<br> +<br> +“Cast we off here, or we shall be at fault. Start him, sir! +- prithee, start him.”<br> +<br> +Again his worship, Sir Thomas, did look gravely and grandly, and taking +a scrap of paper out of the Holy Book then lying before him, did read +distinctly these words:-<br> +<br> +“Providence hath sent Master Silas back hither, this morning, +to confound thee in thy guilt.”<br> +<br> +Again, with all the courage and composure of an innocent man, and indeed +with more than what an innocent man ought to possess in the presence +of a magistrate, the youngster said, pointing toward Master Silas, -<br> +<br> +“The first moment he ventureth to lift up his visage from the +table, hath Providence marked him miraculously. I have heard of +black malice. How many of our words have more in them than we +think of! Give a countryman a plough of silver, and he will plough +with it all the season, and never know its substance. ’T +is thus with our daily speech. What riches lie hidden in the vulgar +tongue of the poorest and most ignorant! What flowers of Paradise +lie under our feet, with their beauties and parts undistinguished and +undiscerned, from having been daily trodden on! O, sir, look you! +- but let me cover my eyes! Look at his lips! Gracious Heaven! +they were not thus when he entered. They are blacker now than +Harry Tewe’s bull-bitch’s!”<br> +<br> +Master Silas did lift up his eyes in astonishment and wrath; and his +worship, Sir Thomas, did open his wider and wider, and cried by fits +and starts:-<br> +<br> +“Gramercy! true enough! nay, afore God, too true by half! +I never saw the like! Who would believe it? I wish I were +fairly rid of this examination, - my hands washed clean thereof! +Another time, - anon! We have our quarterly sessions; we are many +together. At present I remand - ”<br> +<br> +And now, indeed, unless Sir Silas had taken his worship by the sleeve, +he would may-hap have remanded the lad. But Sir Silas, still holding +the sleeve and shaking it, said, hurriedly, -<br> +<br> +“Let me entreat your worship to ponder. What black does +the fellow talk of? My blood and bile rose up against the rogue; +but surely I did not turn black in the face, or in the mouth, as the +fellow calls it?”<br> +<br> +Whether Master Silas had some suspicion and inkling of the cause or +not, he rubbed his right hand along his face and lips, and, looking +upon it, cried aloud, -<br> +<br> +“Ho, ho! is it off? There is some upon my finger’s +end, I find. Now I have it, - ay, there it is. That large +splash upon the centre of the table is tallow, by my salvation! +The profligates sat up until the candle burned out, and the last of +it ran through the socket upon the board. We knew it before. +I did convey into my mouth both fat and smut!”<br> +<br> +“Many of your cloth and kidney do that, good Master Silas, and +make no wry faces about it,” quoth the youngster, with indiscreet +merriment, although short of laughter, as became him who had already +stepped too far and reached the mire.<br> +<br> +To save paper and time, I shall now, for the most part, write only what +they all said, not saying that they said it, and just copying out in +my clearest hand what fell respectively from their mouths.<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I did indeed spit it forth, and emunge my lips, as who should +not?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Would it were so!”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“<i>Would it were so</i>! in thy teeth, hypocrite!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“And, truly, I likewise do incline to hope and credit it, as thus +paraphrased and expounded.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Wait until this blessed day next year, sir, at the same hour. +You shall see it forth again at its due season; it would be no miracle +if it lasted. Spittle may cure sore eyes, but not blasted mouths +and scald consciences.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Why! who taught thee all this?”<br> +<br> +Then turned he leisurely toward Sir Silas, and placing his hand outspreaden +upon the arm of the chaplain, said unto him in a low, judicial, hollow +voice, -<br> +<br> +“Every word true and solemn! I have heard less wise saws +from between black covers.”<br> +<br> +Sir Silas was indignant at this under-rating, as he appeared to think +it, of the church and its ministry, and answered impatiently, with Christian +freedom, -<br> +<br> +“Your worship surely will not listen to this wild wizard in his +brothel-pulpit!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Do I live to hear Charlecote Hall called a brothel-pulpit? +Alas, then, I have lived too long!”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“We will try to amend that for thee.”<br> +<br> +William seemed not to hear him, loudly as he spake and pointedly unto +the youngster, who wiped his eyes, crying, -<br> +<br> +“Commit me, sir! in mercy commit me! Master Ephraim! +Oh, Master Ephraim! A guiltless man may feel all the pangs of +the guilty! Is it you who are to make out the commitment? +Dispatch! dispatch. I am a-weary of my life. If I dared +to lie, I would plead guilty.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Heyday! No wonder, Master Ephraim, thy entrails are moved +and wamble. Dost weep, lad? Nay, nay; thou bearest up bravely. +Silas, I now find, although the example come before me from humble life, +that what my mother said was true - ’t was upon my father’s +demise - ‘In great grief there are few tears.’”<br> +<br> +Upon which did the youth, Willy Shakspeare, jog himself by the memory, +and repeat these short verses, not wide from the same purport:<br> +<br> +<br> +“There are, alas, some depths of woe<br> +Too vast for tears to overflow.”<br> +<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Let those who are sadly vexed in spirit mind that notion, whoever +indited it, and be men. I always was; but some little griefs have +pinched me woundily.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas grew impatient, for he had ridden hard that morning, and +had no cushion upon his seat, as Sir Thomas had. I have seen in +my time that he who is seated on beech-wood hath very different thoughts +and moralities from him who is seated on goose-feathers under doe-skin. +But that is neither here nor there, albeit, an’ I die, as I must, +my heirs, Judith and her boy Elijah, may note it.<br> +<br> +Master Silas, as above, looked sourishly, and cried aloud, -<br> +<br> +“The witnesses! the witnesses! testimony! testimony! We +shall now see whose black goes deepest. There is a fork to be +had that can hold the slipperiest eel, and a finger that can strip the +slimiest. I cry your worship to the witnesses.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Ay, indeed, we are losing the day; it wastes toward noon, and +nothing done. Call the witnesses. How are they called by +name? Give me the paper.”<br> +<br> +The paper being forthwith delivered into his worship’s hand by +the learned clerk, his worship did read aloud the name of Euseby Treen. +Whereupon did Euseby Treen come forth through the great hall-door which +was ajar, and answer most audibly, -<br> +<br> +“Your worship!”<br> +<br> +Straightway did Sir Thomas read aloud, in like form and manner, the +name of Joseph Carnaby; and in like manner as aforesaid did Joseph Carnaby +make answer and say, -<br> +<br> +“Your worship!”<br> +<br> +Lastly did Sir Thomas turn the light of his countenance on William Shakspeare, +saying, -<br> +<br> +“Thou seest these good men deponents against thee, William Shakspeare.” +And then did Sir Thomas pause. And pending this pause did William +Shakspeare look steadfastly in the faces of both; and stroking down +his own with the hollow of his hand from the jaw-bone to the chin-point, +said unto his honour, -<br> +<br> +“Faith! it would give me much pleasure, and the neighbourhood +much vantage, to see these two fellows good men. Joseph Carnaby +and Euseby Treen! Why! your worship! they know every hare’s +form in Luddington-field better than their own beds, and as well pretty +nigh as any wench’s in the parish.”<br> +<br> +Then turned he with jocular scoff unto Joseph Carnaby, thus accosting +him, whom his shirt, being made stiffer than usual for the occasion, +rubbed and frayed, -<br> +<br> +“Ay, Joseph! smoothen and soothe thy collar-piece again and again! +Hark ye! I know what smock that was knavishly cut from.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas rose up in high choler, and said unto Sir Thomas, -<br> +<br> +“Sir! do not listen to that lewd reviler; I wager ten groats I +prove him to be wrong in his scent. Joseph Carnaby is righteous +and discreet.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“By daylight and before the parson. Bears and boars are +tame creatures, and discreet, in the sunshine and after dinner.”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“I do know his down-goings and uprisings.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“The man and his wife are one, saith holy Scripture.”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“A sober-paced and rigid man, if such there be. Few keep +Lent like unto him.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I warrant him, both lent and stolen.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Peace and silence! Now, Joseph Carnaby, do thou depose +on particulars.”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“May it please your worship! I was returning from Hampton +upon Allhallowmas eve, between the hours of ten and eleven at night, +in company with Master Euseby Treen; and when we came to the bottom +of Mickle Meadow, we heard several men in discourse. I plucked +Euseby Treen by the doublet, and whispered in his ear, ‘Euseby! +Euseby! let us slink along in the shadow of the elms and willows.’”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“<i>Willows and elm-trees </i>were the words.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“See, your worship! what discordances! They cannot agree +in their own story.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“The same thing, the same thing, in the main.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“By less differences than this estates have been lost, hearts +broken, and England, our country, filled with homeless, helpless, destitute +orphans. I protest against it.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Protest, indeed! He talks as if he were a member of the +House of Lords. They alone can protest.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Your attorney may <i>object</i>,<i> </i>not <i>protest</i>,<i> +</i>before the lord judge.<br> +<br> +“Proceed you, Joseph Carnaby.”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“In the shadow of the willows and elm-trees, then - ”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“No hints, no conspiracies! Keep to your own story, man, +and do not borrow his.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I overrule the objection. Nothing can be more futile and +frivolous.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“So learned a magistrate as your worship will surely do me justice +by hearing me attentively. I am young; nevertheless, having more +than one year written in the office of an attorney, and having heard +and listened to many discourses and questions on law, I cannot but remember +the heavy fine inflicted on a gentleman of this county who committed +a poor man to prison for being in possession of a hare, it being proved +that the hare was in his possession, and not he in the hare’s.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Synonymous term! synonymous term!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“In what term sayest thou was it? I do not remember the +case.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Mere quibble mere equivocation! Jesuitical! Jesuitical!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“It would be Jesuitical, Sir Silas, if it dragged the law by its +perversions to the side of oppression and cruelty. The order of +Jesuits, I fear, is as numerous as its tenets are lax and comprehensive. +I am sorry to see their frocks flounced with English serge.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I don’t understand thee, viper!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Cease thou, Will Shakspeare! Know thy place. And +do thou, Joseph Carnaby, take up again the thread of thy testimony.”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“We were still at some distance from the party, when on a sudden +Euseby hung an --- ” <a name="citation21a"></a><a href="#footnote21a">{21a}</a><br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“As well write <i>drew back</i>,<i> </i>Master Ephraim and Master +Silas! Be circumspecter in speech, Master Joseph Carnaby! +I did not look for such rude phrases from that starch-warehouse under +thy chin. Continue, man!”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“‘Euseby,’ said I in his ear, ‘what ails thee, +Euseby?’ ‘I wag no farther,’ quoth he. +‘What a number of names and voices!’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Dreadful gang! a number of names and voices! Had it been +any other day in the year but Allhallowmas eve! To steal a buck +upon such a day! Well! God may pardon even that. Go +on, go on. But the laws of our country must have their satisfaction +and atonement. Were it upon any other day in the calendar less +holy, the buck were nothing, or next to nothing, saving the law and +our conscience and our good report. Yet we, her Majesty’s +justices, must stand in the gap, body and soul, against evil-doers. +Now do thou, in furtherance of this business, give thine aid unto us, +Joseph Carnaby! - remembering that mine eye from this judgment-seat, +and her Majesty’s bright and glorious one overlooking the whole +realm, and the broader of God above, are upon thee.”<br> +<br> +Carnaby did quail a matter at these words about the judgment-seat and +the broad eye, aptly and gravely delivered by him moreover who hath +to administer truth and righteousness in our ancient and venerable laws, +and especially, at the present juncture, in those against park-breaking +and deer-stealing. But finally, nought discomfited, and putting +his hand valiantly atwixt hip and midriff, so that his elbow well-nigh +touched the taller pen in the ink-pot, he went on.<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“‘<i>In the shadow of the willows and elm-trees</i>,’ +said he, ‘<i>and get nearer</i>.’ We were still at +some distance, maybe a score of furlongs, from the party - ”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Thou hast said it already - all save the score of furlongs.”<br> +<br> +“Hast room for them, Master Silas?”<br> +<br> +“Yea,” quoth Master Silas, “and would make room for +fifty, to let the fellow swing at his ease.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Hast room, Master Ephraim?”<br> +<br> +“’T is done, most worshipful!” said I. The learned +knight did not recollect that I could put fifty furlongs in a needle’s +eye, give me pen fine enough.<br> +<br> +But far be it from me to vaunt of my penmanship, although there be those +who do malign it, even in my own township and parish; yet they never +have unperched me from my calling, and have had hard work to take an +idle wench or two from under me on Saturday nights.<br> +<br> +I memorize thus much, not out of any malice or any soreness about me, +but that those of my kindred into whose hands it please God these papers +do fall hereafter, may bear up stoutly in such straits; and if they +be good at the cudgel, that they, looking first at their man, do give +it him heartily and unsparingly, keeping within law.<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas, having overlooked what we had written, and meditated a while +thereupon, said unto Joseph, -<br> +<br> +“It appeareth by thy testimony that there was a huge and desperate +gang of them afoot. Revengeful dogs! it is difficult to deal with +them. The laws forbid precipitancy and violence. A dozen +or two may return and harm me; not me, indeed, but my tenants and servants. +I would fain act with prudence, and like unto him who looketh abroad. +He must tie his shoe tightly who passeth through mire; he must step +softly who steppeth over stones; he must walk in the fear of the Lord +(which, without a brag, I do at this present feel upon me), who hopeth +to reach the end of the straightest road in safety.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Tut, tut! your worship! Her Majesty’s deputy hath +matchlocks and halters at a knight’s disposal, or the world were +topsyturvy indeed.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“My mental ejaculations, and an influx of grace thereupon, have +shaken and washed from my brain all thy last words, good Joseph! +Thy companion here, Euseby Treen, said unto thee - ay - ”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“Said unto me, ‘What a number of names and voices! +And there be but three living men in all! And look again! +Christ deliver us! all the shadows save one go leftward; that one lieth +right upon the river. It seemeth a big, squat monster, shaking +a little, as one ready to spring upon its prey!’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“A dead man in his last agonies, no doubt! Your deer-stealer +doth boggle at nothing. He hath alway the knife in doublet and +the devil at elbow.<br> +<br> +“I wot not of any keeper killed or missing. To lose one’s +deer and keeper too were overmuch.<br> +<br> +“Do, in God’s merciful name, hand unto me a glass of sack, +Master Silas! I wax faintish at the big, squat man. He hath +harmed not only me, but mine. Furthermore, the examination is +grown so long.”<br> +<br> +Then was the wine delivered by Sir Silas into the hand of his worship, +who drank it off in a beaker of about half a pint, - but little to his +satisfaction, for he said shortly afterward, -<br> +<br> +“Hast thou poured no water into the sack, good Master Silas? +It seemeth weaker and washier than ordinary, and affordeth small comfort +unto the breast and stomach.”<br> +<br> +“Not I, truly, sir,” replied Master Silas “and the +bottle is a fresh and sound one. The cork reported on drawing, +as the best diver doth on sousing from Warwick bridge into Avon. +A rare cork! as bright as the glass bottle, and as smooth as the lips +of any cow.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“My mouth is out of taste this morning; or the same wine, mayhap, +hath a different force and flavor in the dining-room and among friends. +But to business - what more?”<br> +<br> +“Euseby Treen, what may it be?” said I.<br> +<br> +“I know,” quoth he, “but dare not breathe it.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I thought I had taken a glass of wine, verily. Attention +to my duty as a magistrate is paramount. I mind nothing else when +that lies before me.<br> +<br> +“Carnaby! I credit thy honesty, but doubt thy manhood. +Why not breathe it, with a vengeance?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“It was Euseby who dared not.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Stand still! Say nothing yet; mind my orders. Fair +and softly! compose thyself.”<br> +<br> +They all stood silent for some time, and looked very composed, awaiting +the commands of the knight. His mind was clearly in such a state +of devotion that peradventure he might not have descended for a while +longer to his mundane duties, had not Master Silas told him that, under +the shadow of his wing, their courage had returned and they were quite +composed again.<br> +<br> +“You may proceed,” said the knight.<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“Master Treen did take off his cap and wipe his forehead. +I, for the sake of comforting him in this his heaviness, placed my hand +upon his crown; and truly I might have taken it for a tuft of bents, +the hair on end, the skin immovable as God’s earth!”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas, hearing these words, lifted up his hands above his own head, +and in the loudest voice he had yet uttered did he cry, -<br> +<br> +“Wonderful are thy ways in Israel, O Lord!”<br> +<br> +So saying, the pious knight did strike his knee with the palm of his +right hand; and then gave he a sign, bowing his head and closing his +eyes, by which Master Carnaby did think he signified his pleasure that +he should go on deposing. And he went on thus:-<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“At this moment one of the accomplices cried, ‘Willy! +Willy! prithee stop! enough in all conscience! First thou divertedst +us from our undertaking with thy strange vagaries, thy Italian girls’ +nursery sigh, thy Pucks and pinchings, and thy Windsor whimsies. +No kitten upon a bed of marum ever played such antics. It was +summer and winter, night and day with us within the hour; and in such +religion did we think and feel it, we would have broken the man’s +jaw who gainsaid it. We have slept with thee under the oaks in +the ancient forest of Arden, and we have wakened from our sleep in the +tempest far at sea. <a name="citation29a"></a><a href="#footnote29a">{29a}</a> +Now art thou for frightening us again out of all the senses thou hadst +given us, with witches and women more murderous than they.’<br> +<br> +“Then followed a deeper voice: ‘Stouter men and more resolute +are few; but thou, my lad, hast words too weighty for flesh and bones +to bear up against. And who knows but these creatures may pop +amongst us at last, as the wolf did, sure enough, upon him, the noisy +rogue, who so long had been crying <i>wolf</i>! and <i>wolf</i>!<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Well spoken, for two thieves; albeit I miss the meaning of the +most part. Did they prevail with the scapegrace and stop him?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“The last who had spoken did slap him on the shoulder, saying, +‘Jump into the punt, lad, and across.’ Thereupon did +Will Shakspeare jump into said punt, and begin to sing a song about +a mermaid.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Sir! is this credible? I will be sworn I never saw one; +and verily do believe that scarcely one in a hundred years doth venture +so far up the Avon.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“There is something in this. Thou mayest have sung about +one, nevertheless. Young poets take great liberties with all female +kind; not that mermaids are such very unlawful game for them, and there +be songs even about worse and staler fish. Mind ye that! +Thou hast written songs, and hast sung them, and lewd enough they be, +God wot!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Pardon me, your worship! they were not mine then. Peradventure +the song about the mermaid may have been that ancient one which every +boy in most parishes has been singing for many years, and, perhaps, +his father before him; and somebody was singing it then, mayhap, to +keep up his courage in the night.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I never heard it.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Nobody would dare to sing in the presence of your worship, unless +commanded, - not even the mermaid herself.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Canst thou sing it?<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Verily, I can sing nothing.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Canst thou repeat it from memory?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“It is so long since I have thought about it, that I may fail +in the attempt.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Try, however.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“‘The mermaid sat upon the rocks<br> + All day long,<br> +Admiring her beauty and combing her locks,<br> + And singing a mermaid song.’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS<br> +<br> +“What was it? what was it? I thought as much. There +thou standest, like a woodpecker, chattering and chattering, breaking +the bark with thy beak, and leaving the grub where it was. This +is enough to put a saint out of patience.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“The wishes of your worship possess a mysterious influence, - +I now remember all.<br> +<br> +“‘And hear the mermaid’s song you may,<br> + As sure as sure can be,<br> +If you will but follow the sun all day,<br> + And souse with him into the sea.’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“It must be an idle fellow who would take that trouble; besides, +unless he nicked the time he might miss the monster. There be +many who are slow to believe that the mermaid singeth.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Ah sir! not only the mermaid singeth, but the merman sweareth, +as another old song will convince you.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I would fain be convinced of God’s wonders in the great +deeps, and would lean upon the weakest reed like unto thee to manifest +his glory. Thou mayest convince me.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +1.<br> +<br> +“‘A wonderful story, my lasses and lads,<br> +Peradventure you’ve heard from your grannams or dads,<br> +Of a merman that came every night to woo<br> +The spinster of spinsters, our Catherine Crewe.<br> +<br> +2.<br> +<br> + “‘But Catherine Crewe<br> + Is now seventy-two,<br> + And avers she hath half forgotten<br> +The truth of the tale, when you ask her about it,<br> +And says, as if fain to deny it or flout it,<br> + “<i>Pooh</i>! <i>the merman is dead and rotten</i>.”<br> +<br> +3.<br> +<br> +“‘The merman came up as the mermen are wont,<br> +To the top of the water, and then swam upon ’t;<br> +And Catherine saw him with both her two eyes,<br> +A lusty young merman full six feet in size.<br> +<br> +4.<br> +<br> + “‘And Catherine was +frighten’d,<br> + Her scalp-skin it tighten’d,<br> +And her head it swam strangely, although on dry land;<br> + And the merman made bold<br> + Eftsoons to lay hold<br> +(<i>This </i>Catherine well recollects) of her hand.<br> +<br> +5.<br> +<br> +“‘But how could a merman, if ever so good,<br> +Or if ever so clever, be well understood<br> +By a simple young creature of our flesh and blood?<br> +<br> +6.<br> +<br> + “‘Some tell us the merman<br> + Can only speak German,<br> + In a voice between grunting and snoring;<br> +But Catherine says he had learned in the wars<br> +The language, persuasions, and oaths of our tars,<br> + And that even his voice was not foreign.<br> +<br> +7.<br> +<br> +“‘Yet when she was asked how he managed to hide<br> +The green fishy tail, coming out of the tide<br> + For night after night above twenty,<br> +“You troublesome creatures!” old Catherine replied,<br> + “<i>In his pocket</i>;<i> </i>won’t that +now content ye?”’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I have my doubts yet. I should have said unto her, seriously, +‘Kate! Kate! I am not convinced.’ There +may be witchcraft or sortilege in it. I would have made it a star-chamber +matter.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“It was one, sir.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“And now I am reminded by this silly, childish song, - which, +after all, is not the true mermaid’s, - thou didst tell me, Silas, +that the papers found in the lad’s pocket were intended for poetry.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I wish he had missed his aim, sir, in your park, as he hath missed +it in his poetry. The papers are not worth reading; they do not +go against him in the point at issue.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“We must see that, - they being taken upon his person when apprehended.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Let Ephraim read them, then; it behooveth not me, a Master of +Arts, to con a whelp’s whining.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Do thou read them aloud unto us, good Master Ephraim.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon I took the papers which young Willy had not bestowed much +pains on; and they posed and puzzled me grievously, for they were blotted +and scrawled in many places, as if somebody had put him out. These +likewise I thought fit, after long consideration, to write better, and +preserve, great as the loss of time is when men of business take in +hand such unseemly matters. However, they are decenter than most, +and not without their moral; for example:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“TO THE OWLET.<br> +<br> +“Who, O thou sapient, saintly bird!<br> +Thy shouted warnings ever heard<br> + Unbleached by fear?<br> +The blue-faced blubbering imp, who steals<br> +Yon turnips, thinks thee at his heels,<br> + Afar or near.<br> +<br> +“The brawnier churl, who brags at times<br> +To front and top the rankest crimes, -<br> + To paunch a deer,<br> +Quarter a priest, or squeeze a wench, -<br> +Scuds from thee, clammy as a tench,<br> + He knows not where.<br> +<br> +“For this the righteous Lord of all<br> +Consigns to thee the castle-wall,<br> + When, many a year,<br> +Closed in the chancel-vaults, are eyes<br> +Rainy or sunny at the sighs<br> + Of knight or peer.”<br> +<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas, when I had ended, said unto me,<br> +<br> +“No harm herein; but are they over?”<br> +<br> +I replied, “Yea, sir!”<br> +<br> +“I miss the <i>posy</i>,” quoth he; “there is usually +a lump of sugar, or a smack thereof at the bottom of the glass. +They who are inexperienced in poetry do write it as boys do their copies +in the copy-book, without a flourish at the finis. It is only +the master who can do this befittingly.”<br> +<br> +I bowed unto his worship reverentially, thinking of a surety he meant +me, and returned my best thanks in set language. But his worship +rebuffed them, and told me graciously that he had an eye on another +of very different quality; that the plain sense of his discourse might +do for me, the subtler was certainly for himself. He added that +in his younger days he had heard from a person of great parts, and had +since profited by it, that ordinary poets are like adders, - the tail +blunt and the body rough, and the whole reptile cold-blooded and sluggish: +“whereas we,” he subjoined, “leap and caracole and +curvet, and are as warm as velvet, and as sleek as satin, and as perfumed +as a Naples fan, in every part of us; and the end of our poems is as +pointed as a perch’s back-fin, and it requires as much nicety +to pick it up as a needle<a name="citation38a"></a><a href="#footnote38a">{38a}</a> +at nine groats the hundred.”<br> +<br> +Then turning toward the culprit, he said mildly unto him, -<br> +<br> +“Now why canst thou not apply thyself unto study? Why canst +thou not ask advice of thy superiors in rank and wisdom? In a +few years, under good discipline, thou mightest rise from the owlet +unto the peacock. I know not what pleasant things might not come +into the youthful head thereupon.<br> +<br> +“He was the bird of Venus, <a name="citation39b"></a><a href="#footnote39b">{39b}</a> +goddess of beauty. He flew down (I speak as a poet, and not in +my quality of knight and Christian) with half the stars of heaven upon +his tail; and his long, blue neck doth verily appear a dainty slice +out of the solid sky.”<br> +<br> +Sir Silas smote me with his elbow, and said in my ear, -<br> +<br> +“He wanteth not this stuffing; he beats a pheasant out of the +kitchen, to my mind, take him only at the pheasant’s size, and +don’t (upon your life) overdo him.<br> +<br> +“Never be cast down in spirit, nor take it too ‘grievously +to heart, if the colour be a suspicion of the pinkish, - no sign of +rawness in that; none whatever. It is as becoming to him as to +the salmon; it is as natural to your pea-chick in his best cookery, +as it is to the finest October morning, - moist underfoot, when partridge’s +and puss’s and renard’s scent lies sweetly.”<br> +<br> +Willie Shakspeare, in the mean time, lifted up his hands above his ears +half a cubit, and taking breath again, said, audibly, although he willed +it to be said unto himself alone, -<br> +<br> +“O that knights could deign to be our teachers! Methinks +I should briefly spring up into heaven, through the very chink out of +which the peacock took his neck.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas, who like myself and the worshipful knight, did overhear +him, said angrily, -<br> +<br> +“To spring up into heaven, my lad, it would be as well to have +at least one foot upon the ground to make the spring withal. I +doubt whether we shall leave thee this vantage.”<br> +<br> +“Nay, nay! thou art hard upon him, Silas,” said the knight.<br> +<br> +I was turning over the other papers taken from the pocket of the culprit +on his apprehension, and had fixed my eyes on one, when Sir Thomas caught +them thus occupied, and exclaimed, -<br> +<br> +“ Mercy upon us! have we more?”<br> +<br> +“Your patience, worshipful sir!” said I; “must I forward?”<br> +<br> +“Yea, yea,” quoth he, resignedly, “we must go through; +we are pilgrims in this life.”<br> +<br> +Then did I read, in a clear voice, the contents of paper the second, +being as followeth:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“THE MAID’S LAMENT.<br> +<br> +“I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,<br> + I feel I am alone.<br> +I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,<br> + Alas! I would not check.<br> +For reasons not to love him once I sought,<br> + And wearied all my thought<br> +To vex myself and him: I now would give<br> + My love could he but live<br> +Who lately lived for me, and when he found<br> + ’T was vain, in holy ground<br> +He hid his face amid the shades of death!<br> + I waste for him my breath<br> +Who wasted his for me! but mine returns,<br> + And this loin bosom burns<br> +With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep,<br> + And waking me to weep<br> +Tears that had melted his soft heart. For years<br> + Wept he as bitter tears!<br> +<i>Merciful God</i>! such was his latest prayer,<br> + <i>These may she never share</i>!<br> +Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold,<br> + Than daisies in the mould,<br> +Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate,<br> + His name and life’s brief date.<br> +Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe’er you be,<br> + And, oh! pray too for me!”<br> +<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas had fallen into a most comfortable and refreshing slumber +ere this lecture was concluded; but the pause broke it, as there be +many who experience after the evening service in our parish-church. +Howbeit, he had presently all his wits about him, and remembered well +that he had been carefully counting the syllables, about the time when +I had pierced as far as into the middle.<br> +<br> +“Young man,” said he to Willy, “thou givest short +measure in every other sack of the load. Thy uppermost stake is +of right length; the undermost falleth off, methinks.<br> +<br> +“Master Ephraim, canst thou count syllables? I mean no offence. +I may have counted wrongfully myself, not being born nor educated for +an accountant.”<br> +<br> +At such order I did count; and truly the suspicion was as just as if +he had neither been a knight nor a sleeper.<br> +<br> +“Sad stuff! sad stuff, indeed!” said Master Silas, “and +smelling of popery and wax-candles.”<br> +<br> +“Ay?” said Sir Thomas, “I must sift that.”<br> +<br> +“If praying for the dead is not popery,” said Master Silas, +“I know not what the devil is. Let them pray for us; they +may know whether it will do us any good. We need not pray for +them; we cannot tell whether it will do them any. I call this +sound divinity.”<br> +<br> +“Are our churchmen all agreed thereupon?” asked Sir Thomas.<br> +<br> +“The wisest are,” replied Master Silas.<br> +<br> +“There are some lank rascals who will never agree upon anything +but upon doubting. I would not give ninepence for the best gown +upon the most thrifty of ’em; and their fingers are as stiff and +hard with their pedlary, knavish writing, as any bishop’s are +with chalk-stones won honestly from the gout.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas took the paper up from the table on which I had laid it, +and said after a while, -<br> +<br> +“The man may only have swooned. I scorn to play the critic, +or to ask any one the meaning of a word; but, sirrah!”<br> +<br> +Here he turned in his chair from the side of Master Silas, and said +unto Willy, -<br> +<br> +“William Shakspeare! out of this thraldom in regard to popery, +I hope, by God’s blessing, to deliver thee. If ever thou +repeatest the said verses, knowing the man to be to all intents and +purposes a dead man, prythee read the censurable line as thus corrected, +-<br> +<br> +<br> +‘Pray for our Virgin Queen, gentles! whoe’er you be.’<br> +<br> +<br> +although it is not quite the thing that another should impinge so closely +on her skirts.<br> +<br> +“By this improvement, of me suggested, thou mayest make some amends +- a syllable or two - for the many that are weighed in the balance and +are found wanting.”<br> +<br> +Then turning unto me, as being conversant by my profession in such matters, +and the same being not very worthy of learned and staid clerks the like +of Master Silas, he said, -<br> +<br> +“Of all the youths that did ever write in verse, this one verily +is he who hath the fewest flowers and devices. But it would be +loss of time to form a border, in the fashion of a kingly crown, or +a dragon, or a Turk on horseback, out of buttercups and dandelions.<br> +<br> +“Master Ephraim! look at these badgers! with a long leg on one +quarter and a short leg on the other. The wench herself might +well and truly have said all that matter without the poet, bating the +rhymes and metre. Among the girls in the country there are many +such <i>shilly-shallys</i>, who give themselves sore eyes and sharp +eye-water; I would cure them rod in hand.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon did William Shakspeare say, with great humility, -<br> +<br> +“So would I, may it please your worship, an they would let me.”<br> +<br> +“Incorrigible sluts! Out upon ’em! and thou art no +better than they are,” quoth the knight.<br> +<br> +Master Silas cried aloud, “No better, marry! they at the worst +are but carted and whipped for the edification of the market-folks. +<a name="citation44a"></a><a href="#footnote44a">{44a}</a> Not +a squire or parson in the country round but comes in his best to see +a man hanged.”<br> +<br> +“The edification then is higher by a deal,” said William, +very composedly.<br> +<br> +“Troth! is it,” replied Master Silas. “The most +poisonous reptile has the richest jewel in his head; thou shalt share +the richest gift bestowed upon royalty, and shalt cure the king’s +evil.” <a name="citation45a"></a><a href="#footnote45a">{45a}</a><br> +<br> +“It is more tractable, then, than the church’s,” quoth +William; and, turning his face toward the chair, he made an obeisance +to Sir Thomas, saying, -<br> +<br> +“Sir! the more submissive my behaviour is, the more vehement and +boisterous is Master Silas. My gentlest words serve only to carry +him toward the contrary quarter, as the south wind bloweth a ship northward.”<br> +<br> +“Youth,” said Sir Thomas, smiling most benignly, “I +find, and well indeed might I have surmised, thy utter ignorance of +winds, equinoxes, and tides. Consider now a little! With +what propriety can a wind be called a south wind if it bloweth a vessel +to the north? Would it be a south wind that blew it from this +hall into Warwick market-place?”<br> +<br> +“It would be a strong one,” said Master Silas unto me, pointing +his remark, as witty men are wont, with the elbow-pan.<br> +<br> +But Sir Thomas, who waited for an answer, and received none, continued, +-<br> +<br> +“Would a man be called a good man who tended and pushed on toward +evil?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I stand corrected. I could sail to Cathay or Tartary <a name="citation46a"></a><a href="#footnote46a">{46a}</a> +with half the nautical knowledge I have acquired in this glorious hall.<br> +<br> +“The devil impelling a mortal to wrong courses, is thereby known +to be the devil. He, on the contrary, who exciteth to good is +no devil, but an angel of light, or under the guidance of one. +The devil driveth unto his own home; so doth the south wind, so doth +the north wind.<br> +<br> +“Alas! alas! we possess not the mastery over our own weak minds +when a higher spirit standeth nigh and draweth us within his influence.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Those thy words are well enough, - very well, very good, wise, +discreet, judicious beyond thy years. But then that <i>sailing +</i>comes in an awkward, ugly way across me, - that <i>Cathay</i>, that +<i>Tartarus</i>!<br> +<br> +“Have a care! Do thou nothing rashly. Mind! an thou +stealest my punt for the purpose, I send the constable after thee or +e’er thou art half way over.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He would make a stock-fish of me an he caught me. It is +hard sailing out of his straits, although they be carefully laid down +in most parishes, and may have taken them from actual survey.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Sir, we have bestowed on him already well-nigh a good hour of +our time.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas, who was always fond of giving admonition and reproof to +the ignorant and erring, and who had found the seeds (little mustard-seeds, +’t is true, and never likely to arise into the great mustard-tree +of the Gospel) in the poor lad Willy, did let his heart soften a whit +tenderer and kindlier than Master Silas did, and said unto Master Silas, +-<br> +<br> +“A good hour of our time! Yea, Silas! and thou wouldst give +<i>him </i>eternity!”<br> +<br> +“What, sir! would you let him go?” said Master Silas. +“Presently we shall have neither deer nor dog, neither hare nor +coney, neither swan nor heron; every carp from pool, every bream from +brook, will be groped for. The marble monuments in the church +will no longer protect the leaden coffins; and if there be any ring +of gold on the finger of knight or dame, it will be torn away with as +little ruth and ceremony as the ring from a butchered sow’s snout.”<br> +<br> +“Awful words! Master Silas,” quoth the knight, musing; +“but thou mistakest my intentions. I let him not go; howbeit, +at worst I would only mark him in the ear, and turn him up again after +this warning, peradventure with a few stripes to boot athwart the shoulders, +in order to make them shrug a little, and shake off the burden of idleness.”<br> +<br> +Now I, having seen, I dare not say the innocence, but the innocent and +simple manner of Willy, and pitying his tender years, and having an +inkling that he was a lad, poor Willy! whom God had endowed with some +parts, and into whose breast he had instilled that milk of loving-kindness +by which alone we can be like unto those little children of whom is +the household and kingdom of our Lord, - I was moved, yea, even unto +tears. And now, to bring gentler thoughts into the hearts of Master +Silas and Sir Thomas, who, in his wisdom, deemed it a light punishment +to slit an ear or two, or inflict a wiry scourging, I did remind his +worship that another paper was yet unread, at least to them, although +I had been perusing it.<br> +<br> +This was much pleasanter than the two former, and overflowing with the +praises of the worthy knight and his gracious lady; and having an echo +to it in another voice, I did hope thereby to disarm their just wrath +and indignation. It was thus couched:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“FIRST SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“Jesu! what lofty elms are here!<br> +Let me look through them at the clear,<br> +Deep sky above, and bless my star<br> +That such a worthy knight’s they are!<br> +<br> +“SECOND SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“Innocent creatures! how those deer<br> +Trot merrily, and romp and rear!<br> +<br> +“FIRST SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“The glorious knight who walks beside<br> +His most majestic lady bride,<br> +<br> +“SECOND SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“Under these branches spreading wide,<br> +<br> +“FIRST SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“Carries about so many cares<br> +Touching his ancestors and heirs,<br> +That came from Athens and from Rome -<br> +<br> +“SECOND SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“As many of them as are come -<br> +<br> +“FIRST SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“Nought else the smallest lodge can find<br> +In the vast manors of his mind;<br> +Envying not Solomon his wit -<br> +<br> +“SECOND SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“No, nor his women not a bit;<br> +Being well-built and well-behavèd<br> +As Solomon, I trow, or David.<br> +<br> +“FIRST SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“And taking by his jewell’d hand<br> +The jewel of that lady bland,<br> +He sees the tossing antlers pass<br> +And throw quaint shadows o’er the grass;<br> +While she alike the hour beguiles,<br> +And looks at him and them, and smiles.<br> +<br> +“SECOND SHEPHERD.<br> +<br> +“With conscience proof ’gainst Satan’s shock,<br> +Albeit finer than her smock, <a name="citation50a"></a><a href="#footnote50a">{50a}</a><br> +Marry! her smiles are not of vanity,<br> +But resting on sound Christianity.<br> +Faith, you would swear, had nail’d <a name="citation50b"></a><a href="#footnote50b">{50b}</a> +her ears on<br> +The book and cushion of the parson.”<br> +<br> +<br> +“Methinks the rhyme at the latter end might be bettered,” +said Sir Thomas. “The remainder is indited not unaptly. +But, young man, never having obtained the permission of my honourable +dame to praise her in guise of poetry, I cannot see all the merit I +would fain discern in the verses. She ought first to have been +sounded; and it being certified that she disapproved not her glorification, +then might it be trumpeted forth into the world below.”<br> +<br> +“Most worshipful knight,” replied the youngster, “I +never could take it in hand to sound a dame of quality, - they are all +of them too deep and too practised for me, and have better and abler +men about ’em. And surely I did imagine to myself that if +it were asked of any honourable man (omitting to speak of ladies) whether +he would give permission to be openly praised, he would reject the application +as a gross offence. It appeareth to me that even to praise one’s +self, although it be shameful, is less shameful than to throw a burning +coal into the incense-box that another doth hold to waft before us, +and then to snift and simper over it, with maidenly, wishful coyness, +as if forsooth one had no hand in setting it asmoke.”<br> +<br> +Then did Sir Thomas, in his zeal to instruct the ignorant, and so make +the lowly hold up their heads, say unto him, -<br> +<br> +“Nay, but all the great do thus. Thou must not praise them +without leave and license. Praise unpermitted is plebeian praise. +It is presumption to suppose that thou knowest enough of the noble and +the great to discover their high qualities. They alone could manifest +them unto thee. It requireth much discernment and much time to +enucleate and bring into light their abstruse wisdom and gravely featured +virtues. Those of ordinary men lie before thee in thy daily walks; +thou mayest know them by converse at their tables, as thou knowest the +little tame squirrel that chippeth his nuts in the open sunshine of +a bowling-green. But beware how thou enterest the awful arbours +of the great, who conceal their magnanimity in the depths of their hearts, +as lions do.”<br> +<br> +He then paused; and observing the youth in deep and earnest meditation +over the fruits of his experience, as one who tasted and who would fain +digest them; he gave him encouragement, and relieved the weight of his +musings by kind interrogation.<br> +<br> +“So, then, these verses are thine own?” The youth +answered, -<br> +<br> +“Sir, I must confess my fault.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“And who was the shepherd written here <i>Second Shepherd</i>,<i> +</i>that had the ill manners to interrupt thee? Methinks, in helping +thee to mount the saddle, he pretty nigh tossed thee over, <a name="citation53a"></a><a href="#footnote53a">{53a}</a> +with his jerks and quirks.”<br> +<br> +Without waiting for any answer, his worship continued his interrogations.<br> +<br> +“But do you woolstaplers call yourselves by the style and title +of shepherds?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Verily, sir, do we; and I trust by right. The last owner +of any place is called the master more properly than the dead and gone +who once held it. If that be true (and who doubts it?) we, who +have the last of the sheep, namely, the wool and skin, and who buy all +of all the flock, surely may more properly be called shepherds than +those idle vagrants who tend them only for a season, selling a score +or purchasing a score, as may happen.”<br> +<br> +Here Sir Thomas did pause a while, and then said unto Master Silas, +-<br> +<br> +“My own cogitations, and not this stripling, have induced me to +consider and to conclude a weighty matter for knightly scholarship. +I never could rightly understand before how Colin Clout, and sundry +others calling themselves shepherds, should argue like doctors in law, +physic, and divinity.<br> +<br> +“Silas! they were woolstaplers; and they must have exercised their +wits in dealing with tithe-proctors and parsons, and moreover with fellows +of colleges from our two learned universities, who have sundry lands +held under them, as thou knowest, and take the small tithes in kind. +Colin Clout, methinks, from his extensive learning, might have acquired +enough interest with the Queen’s Highness to change his name for +the better, and, furthermore, her royal license to carry armorial bearings, +in no peril of taint from so unsavoury an appellation.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas did interrupt this discourse, by saying, -<br> +<br> +“May it please your worship, the constable is waiting.”<br> +<br> +Whereat Sir Thomas said, tartly, -<br> +<br> +“And let him wait.” <a name="citation55a"></a><a href="#footnote55a">{55a}</a><br> +<br> +Then to me, -<br> +<br> +“I hope we have done with verses, and are not to be befooled by +the lad’s nonsense touching mermaids or worse creatures.”<br> +<br> +Then to Will, -<br> +<br> +“William Shakspeare! we live in a Christian land, a land of great +toleration and forbearance. Three score cartsful of fagots a year +are fully sufficient to clear our English air from every pestilence +of heresy and witchcraft. It hath not alway been so, God wot! +Innocent and guilty took their turns before the fire, like geese and +capons. The spit was never cold; the cook’s sleeve was ever +above the elbow. Countrymen came down from distant villages into +towns and cities, to see perverters whom they had never heard of, and +to learn the righteousness of hatred. When heretics waxed fewer +the religious began to grumble that God, in losing his enemies, had +also lost his avengers.<br> +<br> +“Do not thou, William Shakspeare, dig the hole for thy own stake. +If thou canst not make men wise, do not make them merry at thy cost. +We are not to be paganised any more. Having struck from our calendars, +and unnailed from our chapels, many dozens of decent saints, with as +little compunction and remorse as unlucky lads throw frog-spawn and +tadpoles out of stagnant ditches, never let us think of bringing back +among us the daintier divinities they ousted. All these are the +devil’s imps, beautiful as they appear in what we falsely call +works of genius, which really and truly are the devil’s own, - +statues more graceful than humanity, pictures more living than life, +eloquence that raised single cities above empires, poor men above kings. +If these are not Satan’s works, where are they? I will tell +thee where they are likewise. In holding vain converse with false +gods. The utmost we can allow in propriety is to call a knight +Phœbus, and a dame Diana. They are not meat for every trencher.<br> +<br> +“We must now proceed straightforward with the business on which +thou comest before us. What further sayest thou, witness?”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“His face was toward me; I saw it clearly. The graver man +followed him into the punt, and said, roughly, ‘We shall get hanged +as sure as thou pipest.’<br> +<br> +“Whereunto he answered, -<br> +<br> +<br> +‘Naturally, as fall upon the ground<br> +The leaves in winter and the girls in spring.’<br> +<br> +<br> +And then began he again with the mermaid; whereat the graver man clapped +a hand before his mouth, and swore he should take her in wedlock, to +have and to hold, if he sang another stave. ‘And thou shalt +be her pretty little bridemaid,’ quoth he gaily to the graver +man, chucking him under the chin.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“And what did Carnaby say unto thee, or what didst thou say unto +Carnaby?”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“Carnaby said unto me, somewhat tauntingly, ‘The big squat +man, that lay upon thy bread-basket like a nightmare, is a punt at last, +it seems.’<br> +<br> +“‘Punt, and more too,’ answered I. ‘Tarry +awhile, and thou shalt see this punt (so let me call it) lead them into +temptation, and swamp them or carry them to the gallows; I would not +stay else.’<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“And what didst thou, Joseph Carnaby?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“Finding him neither slack nor shy, I readily tarried. We +knelt down opposite each other, and said our prayers; and he told me +he was now comfortable. ‘The evil one,’ said he, ‘hath +enough to mind yonder: he shall not hurt us.’<br> +<br> +“Never was a sweeter night, had there been but some mild ale under +it, which any one would have sworn it was made for. The milky +way looked like a long drift of hail-stones on a sunny ridge.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Hast thou done describing?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“Yea, an please your worship.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“God’s blessing be upon thee, honest Carnaby! I feared +a moon-fall. In our days nobody can think about a plum-pudding +but the moon comes down upon it. I warrant ye this lad here hath +as many moons in his poems as the Saracens had in their banners.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I have not hatched mine yet, sir. Whenever I do I trust +it will be worth taking to market.”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“I said all I know of the stars; but Master Euseby can run over +half a score and upward, here and there. ‘Am I right, or +wrong?’ cried he, spreading on the back of my hand all his fingers, +stiff as antlers and cold as icicles. ‘Look up, Joseph! +Joseph! there is no Lucifer in the firmament!’ I myself +did feel queerish and qualmy upon hearing that a star was missing, being +no master of gainsaying it; and I abased my eyes, and entreated of Euseby +to do in like manner. And in this posture did we both of us remain; +and the missing star did not disquiet me; and all the others seemed +as if they knew us and would not tell of us; and there was peace and +pleasantness over sky and earth. And I said to my companion, -<br> +<br> +“‘How quiet now, good Master Euseby, are all God’s +creatures in this meadow, because they never pry into such high matters, +but breathe sweetly among the pig-nuts. The only things we hear +or see stirring are the glow-worms and dormice, as though they were +sent for our edification, teaching us to rest contented with our own +little light, and to come out and seek our sustenance where none molest +or thwart us’”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Ye would have it thus, no doubt, when your pockets and pouches +are full of gins and nooses.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“A bridle upon thy dragon’s tongue! And do thou, Master +Joseph, quit the dormice and glow-worms, and tell us whither did the +rogues go.”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“I wot not after they had crossed the river they were soon out +of sight and hearing.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Went they toward Charlecote?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“Their first steps were thitherward.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Did they come back unto the punt?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“They went down the stream in it, and crossed the Avon some fourscore +yards below where we were standing. They came back in it, and +moored it to the sedges in which it had stood before.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“How long were they absent?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“Within an hour, or thereabout, all the three men returned. +Will Shakspeare and another were sitting in the middle, the third punted.<br> +<br> +“‘Remember now, gentles!’ quoth William Shakspeare, +‘the road we have taken is henceforward a footpath for ever, according +to law.’<br> +<br> +“‘How so?’ asked the punter, turning toward him,<br> +<br> +“‘Forasmuch as a corpse hath passed along it,’ answered +he.<br> +<br> +“Whereupon both Euseby and myself did forthwith fall upon our +faces, commending our souls unto the Lord.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“It was then really the dead body that quivered so fearfully upon +the water, covering all the punt! Christ, deliver us! I +hope the keeper they murdered was not Jeremiah. His wife and four +children would be very chargeable, and the man was by no means amiss. +Proceed! what further?”<br> +<br> +“On reaching the bank, ‘I never sat pleasanter in my lifetime,’ +said William Shakspeare, ‘than upon this carcass.’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Lord have mercy upon us! Thou upon a carcass, at thy years!”<br> +<br> +And the knight drew back his chair half an ell farther from the table, +and his lips quivered at the thought of such inhumanity.<br> +<br> +“And what said he more? and what did he?” asked the knight.<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“He patted it smartly, and said, ‘Lug it out; break it.’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“These four poor children! who shall feed them?”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Sir! in God’s name have you forgotten that Jeremiah is +gone to Nuneaton to see his father, and that the murdered man is the +buck?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“They killed the buck likewise. But what, ye cowardly varlets! +have ye been deceiving me all this time? And thou, youngster! +couldst thou say nothing to clear up the case? Thou shalt smart +for it. Methought I had lost by a violent death the best servant +ever man had - righteous, if there be no blame in saying it, as the +prophet whose name he beareth, and brave as the lion of Judah.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Sir, if these men could deceive your worship for a moment, they +might deceive me for ever. I could not guess what their story +aimed at, except my ruin. I am inclined to lean for once toward +the opinion of Master Silas, and to believe it was really the stolen +buck on which this William (if indeed there is any truth at all in the +story) was sitting.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“What more hast thou for me that is not enigma or parable?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“I did not see the carcass, man’s or beast’s, may +it please your worship, and I have recited and can recite that only +which I saw and heard. After the words of lugging out and breaking +it, knives were drawn accordingly. It was no time to loiter or +linger. We crope back under the shadow of the alders and hazels +on the high bank that bordereth Mickle Meadow, and, making straight +for the public road, hastened homeward.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Hearing this deposition, dost thou affirm the like upon thy oath, +Master Euseby Treen, or dost thou vary in aught essential?”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“Upon my oath I do depose and affirm the like, and truly the identical +same; and I will never more vary upon aught essential.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I do now further demand of thee whether thou knowest anything +more appertaining unto this business.”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“Ay, verily; that your worship may never hold me for timorsome +and superstitious, I do furthermore add that some other than deer-stealers +was abroad. In sign whereof, although it was the dryest and clearest +night of the season, my jerkin was damp inside and outside when I reached +my house-door.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I warrant thee, Euseby, the damp began not at the outside. +A word in thy ear - Lucifer was thy tapster, I trow.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Irreverent swine! hast no awe nor shame. Thou hast aggravated +thy offence, William Shakspeare, by thy foul-mouthedness.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I must remind your worship that he not only has committed this +iniquity afore, but hath pawed the puddle he made, and relapsed into +it after due caution and reproof. God forbid that what he spake +against me, out of the gall of his proud stomach, should move me. +I defy him, a low, ignorant wretch, a rogue and vagabond, a thief and +cut-throat, a -- <a name="citation66a"></a><a href="#footnote66a">{66a}</a> +monger and mutton-eater.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Your worship doth hear the learned clerk’s testimony in +my behalf. ‘Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings’ +- ”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Silas, the youth has failings - a madcap; but he is pious.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Alas, no, sir! Would I were! But Sir Silas, like +the prophet, came to curse, and was forced to bless me, even me, a sinner, +a mutton-eater!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Thou urgedst him. He beareth no ill-will toward thee. +Thou knewedst, I suspect, that the blackness in his mouth proceeded +from a natural cause.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“The Lord is merciful! I was brought hither in jeopardy; +I shall return in joy. Whether my innocence be declared or otherwise, +my piety and knowledge will be forwarded and increased; for your worship +will condescend, even from the judgment-seat, to enlighten the ignorant +where a soul shall be saved or lost. And I, even I, may trespass +a moment on your courtesy. I quail at the words <i>natural cause</i>. +Be there any such?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Youth! I never thought thee so staid. Thou hast, +for these many months, been represented unto me as one dissolute and +light, much given unto mummeries and mysteries, wakes and carousals, +cudgel-fighters and mountebanks and wanton women. They do also +represent of thee - I hope it may be without foundation - that thou +enactest the parts, not simply of foresters and fairies, girls in the +green-sickness and friars, lawyers and outlaws, but likewise, having +small reverence for station, of kings and queens, knights and privy-counsellors, +in all their glory. It hath been whispered, moreover, and the +testimony of these two witnesses doth appear in some measure to countenance +and confirm it, that thou hast at divers times this last summer been +seen and heard alone, inasmuch as human eye may discover, on the narrow +slip of greensward between the Avon and the chancel, distorting thy +body like one possessed, and uttering strange language, like unto incantation. +This, however, cometh not before me. Take heed! take heed unto +thy ways; there are graver things in law even than homicide and deer-stealing.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“And strong against him. Folks have been consumed at the +stake for pettier felonies and upon weaker evidence.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“To that anon.”<br> +<br> +William Shakspeare did hold down his head, answering nought. And +Sir Thomas spake again unto him, as one mild and fatherly, if so be +that such a word may be spoken of a knight and parliament-man. +And these are the words he spake:-<br> +<br> +“Reason and ruminate with thyself now. To pass over and +pretermit the danger of representing the actions of the others, and +mainly of lawyers and churchmen, the former of whom do pardon no offences, +and the latter those only against God, having no warrant for more, canst +thou believe it innocent to counterfeit kings and queens? Supposest +thou that if the impression of their faces on a farthing be felonious +and rope-worthy, the imitation of head and body, voice and bearing, +plume and strut, crown and mantle, and everything else that maketh them +royal and glorious, be aught less? Perpend, young man, perpend! +Consider, who among inferior mortals shall imitate them becomingly? +Dreamest thou they talk and act like checkmen at Banbury fair? +How can thy shallow brain suffice for their vast conceptions? +How darest thou say, as they do: ‘Hang this fellow; quarter that; +flay; mutilate; stab; shoot; press; hook; torture; burn alive’? +These are royalties. Who appointed thee to such office? +The Holy Ghost? He alone can confer it; but when wert thou anointed?”<br> +<br> +William was so zealous in storing up these verities that he looked as +though he were unconscious that the pouring-out was over. He started, +which he had not done before, at the voice of Master Silas; but soon +recovered his complacency, and smiled with much serenity at being called +low-minded varlet.<br> +<br> +“Low-minded varlet!” cried Master Silas, most contemptuously, +“dost thou imagine that king calleth king, like thy chums, <i>filcher +</i>and <i>fibber</i>,<i> whirligig </i>and <i>nincompoop</i>? +Instead of this low vulgarity and sordid idleness, ending in nothing, +they throw at one another such fellows as thee by the thousand, and +when they have cleared the land, render God thanks and make peace.”<br> +<br> +Willy did now sigh out his ignorance of these matters; and he sighed, +mayhap, too, at the recollection of the peril he had run into, and had +ne’er a word on the nail. <a name="citation70a"></a><a href="#footnote70a">{70a}</a><br> +<br> +The bowels of Sir Thomas waxed tenderer and tenderer; and he opened +his lips in this fashion:-<br> +<br> +“Stripling! I would now communicate unto thee, on finding +thee docile and assentaneous, the instruction thou needest on the signification +of the words <i>natural cause</i>,<i> </i>if thy duty toward thy neighbour +had been first instilled into thee.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon Master Silas did interpose, for the dinner hour was drawing +nigh.<br> +<br> +“We cannot do all at once,” quoth he. “Coming +out of order, it might harm him. Malt before hops, the world over, +or the beer muddies.”<br> +<br> +But Sir Thomas was not to be pricked out of his form even by so shrewd +a pricker; and like unto one who heareth not, he continued to look most +graciously on the homely vessel that stood ready to receive his wisdom.<br> +<br> +“Thy mind,” said he, “being unprepared for higher +cogitations, and the groundwork and religious duty not being well rammer-beaten +and flinted, I do pass over this supererogatory point, and inform thee +rather, that bucks and swans and herons have something in their very +names announcing them of knightly appurtenance; and (God forfend that +evil do ensue therefrom!) that a goose on the common, or a game-cock +on the loft of a cottager or villager, may be seized, bagged, and abducted, +with far less offence to the laws. In a buck there is something +so gainly and so grand, he treadeth the earth with such ease and such +agility, he abstaineth from all other animals with such punctilious +avoidance, one would imagine God created him when he created knighthood. +In the swan there is such purity, such coldness is there in the element +he inhabiteth, such solitude of station, that verily he doth remind +me of the Virgin Queen herself. Of the heron I have less to say, +not having him about me; but I never heard his lordly croak without +the conceit that it resembled a chancellor’s or a primate’s.<br> +<br> +“I do perceive, William Shakspeare, thy compunction and contrition.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I was thinking, may it please your worship, of the game-cock +and the goose, having but small notion of herons. This doctrine +of abduction, please your worship, hath been alway inculcated by the +soundest of our judges. Would they had spoken on other points +with the same clearness. How many unfortunates might thereby have +been saved from crossing the Cordilleras!” <a name="citation72a"></a><a href="#footnote72a">{72a}</a><br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Ay, ay! they have been fain to fly the country at last, thither +or elsewhere.”<br> +<br> +And then did Sir Thomas call unto him Master Silas, and say, -<br> +<br> +“Walk we into the bay-window. And thou mayest come, Ephraim.”<br> +<br> +And when we were there together, I, Master Silas, and his worship, did +his worship say unto the chaplain, but oftener looking toward me, -<br> +<br> +“I am not ashamed to avouch that it goeth against me to hang this +young fellow, richly as the offence in its own nature doth deserve it, +he talketh so reasonably; not indeed so reasonably, but so like unto +what a reasonable man may listen to and reflect on. There is so +much, too, of compassion for others in hard cases, and something so +very near in semblance to innocence itself in that airy swing of lightheartedness +about him. I cannot fix my eyes (as one would say) on the shifting +and sudden <i>shade-and-shine</i>,<i> </i>which cometh back to me, do +what I will, and mazes me in a manner, and blinks me.”<br> +<br> +At this juncture I was ready to fall upon the ground before his worship, +and clasp his knees for Willy’s pardon. But he had so many +points about him, that I feared to discompose ’em, and thus make +bad worse. Besides which, Master Silas left me but scanty space +for good resolutions, crying, -<br> +<br> +“He may be committed, to save time. Afterward he may be +sentenced to death, or he may not.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“’T were shame upon me were he not; ’t were indication +that I acted unadvisedly in the commitment.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“The penalty of the law may be commuted, if expedient, on application +to the fountain of mercy in London.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Maybe, Silas, those shall be standing round the fount of mercy +who play in idleness and wantonness with its waters, and let them not +flow widely, nor take their natural course. Dutiful gallants may +encompass it, and it may linger among the flowers they throw into it, +and never reach the parched lip on the wayside.<br> +<br> +“These are homely thoughts - thoughts from a-field, thoughts for +the study and housekeeper’s room. But whenever I have given +utterance unto them, as my heart hath often prompted me with beatings +at the breast, my hearers seemed to bear toward me more true and kindly +affection than my richest fancies and choicest phraseologies could purchase.<br> +<br> +“’T were convenient to bethink thee, should any other great +man’s park have been robbed this season, no judge upon the bench +will back my recommendation for mercy. And, indeed, how could +I expect it? Things may soon be brought to such a pass that their +lordships shall scarcely find three haunches each upon the circuit.”<br> +<br> +“Well, Sir!” quoth Master Silas, “you have a right +to go on in your own way. Make him only give up the girl.”<br> +<br> +Here Sir Thomas reddened with righteous indignation, and answered, -<br> +<br> +“I cannot think it! such a stripling! poor, penniless; it must +be some one else.” And now Master Silas did redden in his +turn, redder than Sir Thomas, and first asked me, -<br> +<br> +“What the devil do you stare at?” And then asked his +worship, -<br> +<br> +“Who should it be if not the rogue?” and his lips turned +as blue as a blue-bell. Then Sir Thomas left the window, and again +took his chair, and having stood so long on his legs, groaned upon it +to ease him. His worship scowled with all his might, and looked +exceedingly wroth and vengeful at the culprit, and said unto him, -<br> +<br> +“Harkye, knave! I have been conferring with my learned clerk +and chaplain in what manner I may, with the least severity, rid the +county (which thou disgracest) of thee.”<br> +<br> +William Shakspeare raised up his eyes, modestly and fearfully, and said +slowly these few words, which, had they been a better and nobler man’s, +would deserve to be written in letters of gold. I, not having +that art nor substance, do therefore write them in my largest and roundest +character, and do leave space about ’em, according to their rank +and dignity<br> +<br> +“Worshipful sir!”<br> +<br> +“A WORD IN THE EAR IS OFTEN AS GOOD AS A HALTER UNDER IT, AND +SAVES THE GROAT.”<br> +<br> +“Thou discoursest well,” said Sir Thomas, “but others +can discourse well likewise. Thou shalt avoid; I am resolute.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I supplicate your honour to impart unto me, in your wisdom, the +mode and means whereby I may surcease to be disgraceful to the county.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I am not bloody-minded.<br> +<br> +“First, thou shalt have the fairest and fullest examination. +Much hath been deposed against thee; something may come forth for thy +advantage. I will not thy death; thou shalt not die.<br> +<br> +“The laws have loopholes, like castles, both to shoot from and +to let folks down.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“That pointed ear would look the better for paring, and that high +forehead can hold many letters.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon did William, poor lad! turn deadly pale, but spake not.<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas then abated a whit of his severity, and said, staidly, -<br> +<br> +“Testimony doth appear plain and positive against thee; nevertheless +am I minded and prompted to aid thee myself, in disclosing and unfolding +what thou couldst not of thine own wits, in furtherance of thine own +defence.<br> +<br> +“One witness is persuaded and assured of the evil spirit having +been abroad, and the punt appeared unto him diversely from what it appeared +unto the other.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“If the evil spirit produced one appearance, he might have produced +all, with deference to the graver judgment of your worship.<br> +<br> +“If what seemed <i>punt </i>was <i>devil</i>,<i> </i>what seemed +<i>buck </i>might have been <i>devil </i>too; nay, more easily, the +horns being forthcoming.<br> +<br> +“Thieves and reprobates do resemble him more nearly still; and +it would be hard if he could not make free with their bodies, when he +has their souls already.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“But, then, those voices! and thou thyself, Will Shakspeare!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“O might I kiss the hand of my deliverer, whose clear-sightedness +throweth such manifest and plenary light upon my innocence!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“How so? What light, in God’s name, have I thrown +upon it as yet?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Oh! those voices! those faeries and spirits! whence came they? +None can deal with ’em but the devil, the parson, and witches. +And does not the devil oftentimes take the very form, features, and +habiliments of knights, and bishops, and other good men, to lead them +into temptation and destroy them? or to injure their good name, in failure +of seduction?<br> +<br> +“He is sure of the wicked; he lets them go their ways out of hand.<br> +<br> +“I think your worship once delivered some such observation, in +more courtly guise, which I would not presume to ape. If it was +not your worship, it was our glorious lady the queen, or the wise Master +Walsingham, or the great Lord Cecil. I may have marred and broken +it, as sluts do a pancake, in the turning.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Why! ay, indeed, I had occasion once to remark as much.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“So have I heard in many places; although I was not present when +Matthew Atterend fought about it for the honour of Kineton hundred.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Fought about it!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“As your honour recollects. Not but on other occasions he +would have fought no less bravely for the queen.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“We must get thee through, were it only for thy memory, - the +most precious gift among the mental powers that Providence hath bestowed +upon us. I had half forgotten the thing myself. Thou mayest, +in time, take thy satchel for London, and aid good old Master Holingshed.<br> +<br> +“We must clear thee, Will! I am slow to surmise that there +is blood upon thy hands!”<br> +<br> +His worship’s choler had all gone down again; and he sat as cool +and comfortable as a man sitteth to be shaved. Then called he +on Euseby Treen, and said, -<br> +<br> +“Euseby Treen! tell us whether thou observedst anything unnoticed +or unsaid by the last witness.”<br> +<br> +EUSEBY TREEN.<br> +<br> +“One thing only, sir!<br> +<br> +“When they had passed the water an owlet hooted after them; and +methought, if they had any fear of God before their eyes they would +have turned back, he cried so lustily.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Sir, I cannot forbear to take the owlet out of your mouth. +He knocks them all on the head like so many mice. Likely story! +One fellow hears him cry lustily, the other doth not hear him at all!”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“Not hear him! A body might have heard him at Barford or +Sherbourne.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Why didst not name him? Canst not answer me?”<br> +<br> +JOSEPH CARNABY.<br> +<br> +“<i>He </i>doubted whether punt were punt; I doubted whether owlet +were owlet, after Lucifer was away from the roll-call.<br> +<br> +“We say, <i>Speak the truth and shame the devil</i>;<i> </i>but +shaming him is one thing, your honour, and facing him another! +I have heard owlets, but never owlet like him.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“The Lord be praised! All, at last, a-running to my rescue.<br> +<br> +“Owlet, indeed! Your worship may have remembered in an ancient +book - indeed, what book is so ancient that your worship doth not remember +it? - a book printed by Doctor Faustus - ”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Before he dealt with the devil?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Not long before, it being the very book that made the devil think +it worth his while to deal with him.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“What chapter thereof wouldst thou recall unto my recollection?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“That concerning owls, with the grim print afore it.<br> +<br> +“Doctor Faustus, the wise doctor, who knew other than owls and +owlets, knew the tempter in that form. Faustus was not your man +for fancies and figments; and he tells us that, to his certain knowledge, +it was verily an owl’s face that whispered so much mischief in +the ear of our first parent.<br> +<br> +“One plainly sees it, quoth Doctor Faustus, under that gravity +which in human life we call dignity, but of which we read nothing in +the Gospel. We despise the hangman, we detest the hanged; and +yet, saith Duns Scotus, could we turn aside the heavy curtain, or stand +high enough a-tiptoe to peep through its chinks and crevices, we should +perhaps find these two characters to stand justly among the most innocent +in the drama. He who blinketh the eyes of the poor wretch about +to die doeth it out of mercy; those who preceded him, bidding him in +the garb of justice to shed the blood of his fellow-man, had less or +none. So they hedge well their own grounds, what care they? +For this do they catch at stakes and thorns, at quick and rotten - ”<br> +<br> +Here Master Silas interrupted the discourse of the devil’s own +doctor, delivered and printed by him before he was the devil’s, +to which his worship had listened very attentively and delightedly. +But Master Silas could keep his temper no longer, and cried, fiercely, +“Seditious sermonizer! hold thy peace, or thou shalt answer for +’t before convocation.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Silas! thou dost not approve, then, the doctrine of this Doctor +Duns?”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Heretical Rabbi!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“<i>If two of a trade can never agree</i>,<i> </i>yet surely two +of a name may.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Who dares call me heretical? who dares call me rabbi? who dares +call me Scotus? Spider! spider! yea, thou hast one corner left; +I espy thee, and my broom shall reach thee yet.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I perceive that Master Silas doth verily believe I have been +guilty of suborning the witnesses, at least the last, the best man (if +any difference) of the two. No, sir, no. If my family and +friends have united their wits and money for this purpose, be the crime +of perverted justice on their heads! They injure whom they intended +to serve. Improvident men! - if the young may speak thus of the +elderly; could they imagine to themselves that your worship was to be +hoodwinked and led astray?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“No man shall ever dare to hoodwink me, to lead me astray, - no, +nor lead me anywise. Powerful defence! Heyday! Sit +quiet, Master Treen! - Euseby Treen! dost hear me? Clench thy +fist again, sirrah! and I clap thee in the stocks.<br> +<br> +“Joseph Carnaby! do not scratch thy breast nor thy pate before +me.”<br> +<br> +Now Joseph had not only done that in his wrath, but had unbuckled his +leathern garter, fit instrument for strife and blood, and peradventure +would have smitten, had not the knight, with magisterial authority, +interposed.<br> +<br> +His worship said unto him, gravely, -<br> +<br> +“Joseph Carnaby! Joseph Carnaby! hast thou never read the +words ‘<i>Put up thy sword</i>’?”<br> +<br> +“Subornation! your worship!” cried Master Joe. “The +fellow hath ne’er a shilling in leather or till, and many must +go to suborn one like me.”<br> +<br> +“I do believe it of thee,” said Sir Thomas; “but patience, +man! patience! he rather tended toward exculpating thee. Ye have +far to walk for dinner; ye may depart.”<br> +<br> +They went accordingly.<br> +<br> +Then did Sir Thomas say, “These are hot men, Silas!”<br> +<br> +And Master Silas did reply unto him, -<br> +<br> +“There are brands that would set fire to the bulrushes in the +mill-pool. I know these twain for quiet folks, having coursed +with them over Wincott.<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas then said unto William, “It behooveth thee to stand +clear of yon Joseph, unless when thou mayest call to thy aid the Matthew +Atterend thou speakest of. He did then fight valiantly, eh?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“His cause fought valiantly; his fist but seconded it. He +won, - proving the golden words to be no property of our lady’s, +although her Highness hath never disclaimed them.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“What art thou saying?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“So I heard from a preacher at Oxford, who had preached at Easter +in the chapel-royal of Westminster.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Thou! why, how could that happen? Oxford! chapel-royal!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“And to whom I said (your worship will forgive my forwardness), +<i>‘I have the honour</i>,<i> sir</i>,<i> to live within two measured +miles of the very Sir Thomas Lucy who spake that</i>.’ And +I vow I said it without any hope or belief that he would invite me, +as he did, to dine with him thereupon.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“There be nigh upon three miles betwixt this house and Stratford +bridge-end.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I dropt a mile in my pride and exultation, God forgive me! +I would not conceal my fault.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Wonderful! that a preacher so learned as to preach before majesty +in the chapel-royal should not have caught thee tripping over a whole +lawful mile, - a good third of the distance between my house and the +cross-roads. This is incomprehensible in a scholar.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“God willed that he should become my teacher, and in the bowels +of his mercy hid my shame.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“How camest thou into the converse of such eminent and ghostly +men?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“How, indeed? - everything against me!”<br> +<br> +He sighed, and entered into a long discourse, which Master Silas would +at sundry times have interrupted, but that Sir Thomas more than once +frowned upon him, even as he had frowned heretofore on young Will, who +thus began and continued his narration:-<br> +<br> +“Hearing the preacher preach at Saint Mary’s (for being +about my father’s business on Saturday, and not choosing to be +a-horseback on Sundays, albeit time-pressed, I footed it to Oxford for +my edification on the Lord’s day, leaving the sorrel with Master +Hal Webster of the <i>Tankard and Unicorn</i>) - hearing him preach, +as I was saying, before the University in St. Mary’s Church, and +hearing him use moreover the very words that Matthew fought about, I +was impatient (God forgive me!) for the end and consummation, and I +thought I never should hear those precious words that ease every man’s +heart, ‘<i>Now to conclude</i>.’ However, come they +did. I hurried out among the foremost, and thought the congratulations +of the other doctors and dons would last for ever. He walked sharply +off, and few cared to keep his pace, - for they are lusty men mostly; +and spiteful bad women had breathed <a name="citation89a"></a><a href="#footnote89a">{89a}</a> +in the faces of some among them, or the gowns had got between their +legs. For my part, I was not to be balked; so, tripping on aside +him, I looked in his face askance. Whether he misgave or how, +he turned his eyes downward. No matter - have him I would. +I licked my lips and smacked them loud and smart, and scarcely venturing +to nod, I gave my head such a sort of motion as dace and roach give +an angler’s quill when they begin to bite. And this fairly +hooked him.”<br> +<br> +“‘Young gentleman!’ said he, ‘where is your +gown?’<br> +<br> +“‘Reverend sir!’ said I, ‘I am unworthy to wear +one.’<br> +<br> +“‘A proper youth, nevertheless, and mightily well-spoken!’ +he was pleased to say.<br> +<br> +“‘Your reverence hath given me heart, which failed me,’ +was my reply. ‘Ah! your reverence! those words about the +devil were spicy words; but, under favour, I do know the brook-side +they sprang and flowered by. ’T is just where it runs into +Avon; ’t is called Hogbrook.’<br> +<br> +“‘Right!’ quoth he, putting his hand gently on my +shoulder; ‘but if I had thought it needful to say so in my sermon, +I should have affronted the seniors of the University, since many claim +them, and some peradventure would fain transpose them into higher places, +and giving up all right and title to them, would accept in lieu thereof +the poor recompense of a mitre.’<br> +<br> +“I wished (unworthy wish for a Sunday!) I had Matthew Atterend +in the midst of them. He would have given them skulls mitre-fashioned, +if mitres are cloven now as we see them on ancient monuments. +Matt is your milliner for gentles, who think no more harm of purloining +rich saws in a mitre than lane-born boys do of embezzling hazel-nuts +in a woollen cap. I did not venture to expound or suggest my thoughts, +but feeling my choler rise higher and higher, I craved permission to +make my obeisance and depart.<br> +<br> +“‘Where dost thou lodge, young man?’ said the preacher.<br> +<br> +“‘At the public,’ said I, ‘where my father customarily +lodgeth. There, too, is a mitre of the old fashion, swinging on +the sign-post in the middle of the street.’<br> +<br> +“‘Respectable tavern enough!’ quoth the reverend doctor; +‘and worthy men do turn in there, even quality, - Master Davenant, +Master Powel, Master Whorwood, aged and grave men. But taverns +are Satan’s chapels, and are always well attended on the Lord’s +day, to twit him. Hast thou no friend in such a city as Oxford?’<br> +<br> +“‘Only the landlady of the Mitre,’ said I.<br> +<br> +“‘A comely woman,’ quoth he, ‘but too young +for business by half.<br> +<br> +“‘Stay thou with me to-day, and fare frugally, but safely.<br> +<br> +“‘What may thy name be, and where is thy abode?’<br> +<br> +“‘William Shakspeare, of Stratford-upon-Avon, at your service, +sir.’<br> +<br> +“‘And welcome,’ said he; ‘thy father ere now +hath bought our college wool. A truly good man we ever found him; +and I doubt not he hath educated his son to follow him in his paths. +There is in the blood of man, as in the blood of animals, that which +giveth the temper and disposition. These require nurture and culture. +But what nurture will turn flint-stones into garden mould? or what culture +rear cabbages in the quarries of Hedington Hill? To be well born +is the greatest of all God’s primary blessings, young man, and +there are many well born among the poor and needy. Thou art not +of the indigent and destitute, who have great temptations; thou art +not of the wealthy and affluent, who have greater still. God hath +placed thee, William Shakspeare, in that pleasant island, on one side +whereof are the sirens, on the other the harpies, but inhabiting the +coasts on the wider continent, and unable to make their talons felt, +or their voices heard by thee. Unite with me in prayer and thanksgiving +for the blessings thus vouchsafed. We must not close the heart +when the finger of God would touch it. Enough, if thou sayest +only, <i>My soul</i>,<i> praise thou the Lord</i>!’”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas said, “<i>Amen</i>!” Master Silas was mute +for the moment, but then quoth he, “I can say amen too in the +proper place.”<br> +<br> +The knight of Charlecote, who appeared to have been much taken with +this conversation, then interrogated Willy:-<br> +<br> +“What farther might have been thy discourse with the doctor? or +did he discourse at all at trencher-time? Thou must have been +very much abashed to sit down at table with one who weareth a pure lambskin +across his shoulder, and moreover a pink hood.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Faith! was I, your honour! and could neither utter nor gulp.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“These are good signs. Thou hast not lost all grace.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“With the encouragement of Dr. Glaston - ”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“And was it Dr. Glaston?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Said I not so?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“The learnedst clerk in Christendom! a very Friar Bacon! +The Pope offered a hundred marks in Latin to who should eviscerate or +evirate him, - poisons very potent, whereat the Italians are handy, +- so apostolic and desperate a doctor is Doctor Glaston! so acute in +his quiddities, and so resolute in his bearing! He knows the dark +arts, but stands aloof from them. Prithee, what were his words +unto thee?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Manna, sir, manna! pure from the desert!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Ay, but what spake he? for most sermons are that, and likewise +many conversations after dinner.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He spake of the various races and qualities of men, as before +stated; but chiefly on the elect and reprobate, and how to distinguish +and know them.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Did he go so far?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He told me that by such discussion he should say enough to keep +me constantly out of evil company.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“See there! see there! and yet thou art come before me! - Can +nothing warn thee?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I dare not dissemble, nor feign, nor hold aught back, although +it be to my confusion. As well may I speak at once the whole truth +for your worship could find it out if I abstained.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Ay, that I should indeed, and shortly. But, come now, I +am sated of thy follies and roguish tricks, and yearn after the sound +doctrine of that pious man. What expounded the grave Glaston upon +signs and tokens whereby ye shall be known?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Wonderful things! things beyond belief! ‘There be +certain men,’ quoth he - ”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“He began well. This promises. But why canst not thou +go on?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“‘There be certain men, who, rubbing one corner of the eye, +do see a peacock’s feather at the other, and even fire. +We know, William, what that fire is, and whence it cometh. Those +wicked men, William, all have their marks upon them, be it only a corn, +or a wart, or a mole, or a hairy ear, or a toe-nail turned inward. +Sufficient, and more than sufficient! He knoweth his own by less +tokens. There is not one of them that doth not sweat at some secret +sin committed, or some inclination toward it unsnaffled.<br> +<br> +“‘Certain men are there, likewise, who venerate so little +the glorious works of the Creator that I myself have known them to sneeze +at the sun! Sometimes it was against their will, and they would +gladly have checked it had they been able; but they were forced to shew +what they are. In our carnal state we say, <i>What is one against +numbers</i>? In another we shall truly say, <i>What are numbers +against one</i>?’”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas did ejaculate, “<i>Amen</i>! <i>Amen</i>!” +And then his lips moved silently, piously, and quickly; and then said +he, audibly and loudly, -<br> +<br> +“<i>And make us at last true Israelites</i>!”<br> +<br> +After which he turned to young Willy, and said, anxiously, -<br> +<br> +“Hast thou more, lad? give us it while the Lord strengtheneth.”<br> +<br> +“Sir,” answered Willy, “although I thought it no trouble, +on my return to the <i>Mitre</i>,<i> </i>to write down every word I +could remember, and although few did then escape me, yet at this present +I can bring to mind but scanty sentences, and those so stray and out +of order that they would only prove my incapacity for sterling wisdom, +and my incontinence of spiritual treasure.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Even that sentence hath a twang of the doctor in it. Nothing +is so sweet as humility. The mountains may descend, but the valleys +cannot rise. Every man should know himself. Come, repeat +what thou canst. I would fain have three or four more heads.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I know not whether I can give your worship more than one other. +Let me try. It was when Doctor Glaston was discoursing on the +protection the wise and powerful should afford to the ignorant and weak:-<br> +<br> +“‘In the earlier ages of mankind, your Greek and Latin authors +inform you, there went forth sundry worthies, men of might, to deliver, +not wandering damsels, albeit for those likewise they had stowage, but +low-conditioned men, who fell under the displeasure of the higher, and +groaned in thraldom and captivity. And these mighty ones were +believed to have done such services to poor humanity that their memory +grew greater than they, as shadows do than substances at day-fall. +And the sons and grandsons of the delivered did laud and magnify those +glorious names; and some in gratitude, and some in tribulation, did +ascend the hills, which appeared unto them as altars bestrown with flowers +and herbage for heaven’s acceptance. And many did go far +into the quiet groves, under lofty trees, looking for whatever was mightiest +and most protecting. And in such places did they cry aloud unto +the mighty who had left them, “<i>Return</i>! <i>return</i>! <i>help +us</i>! <i>help us</i>! <i>be blessed</i>! <i>for ever blessed</i>!”<br> +<br> +“‘Vain men! but had they stayed there, not evil. Out +of gratitude, purest gratitude, rose idolatry. For the devil sees +the fairest, and soils it.<br> +<br> +“‘In these our days, methinks, whatever other sins we may +fall into, such idolatry is the least dangerous. For neither on +the one side is there much disposition for gratitude, nor on the other +much zeal to deliver the innocent and oppressed. Even this deliverance, +although a merit, and a high one, is not the highest. Forgiveness +is beyond it. Forgive, or ye shall not be forgiven. This +ye may do every day; for if ye find not offences, ye feign them; and +surely ye may remove your own work, if ye may re-remove another’s. +To rescue requires more thought and wariness; learn, then, the easier +lesson first. Afterward, when ye rescue any from another’s +violence, or from his own (which oftentimes is more dangerous, as the +enemies are within not only the penetrals of his house but of his heart), +bind up his wounds before ye send him on his way. Should ye at +any time overtake the erring, and resolve to deliver him up, I will +tell you whither to conduct him. Conduct him to his Lord and Master, +whose household he hath left. It is better to consign him to Christ +his Saviour than to man his murderer; it is better to bid him live than +to bid him die. The one word our Teacher and Preserver said, the +other our enemy and destroyer. Bring him back again, the stray, +the lost one bring him back, not with clubs and cudgels, not with halberts +and halters, but generously and gently, and with the linking of the +arm. In this posture shall God above smile upon ye; in this posture +of yours he shall recognize again his beloved Son upon earth. +Do ye likewise, and depart in peace.’”<br> +<br> +William had ended, and there was silence in the hall for some time after, +when Sir Thomas said, -<br> +<br> +“He spake unto somewhat mean persons, who may do it without disparagement. +I look for authority, I look for doctrine, and find none yet. +If he could not have drawn us out a thread or two from the coat of an +apostle, he might have given us a smack of Augustin, or a sprig of Basil. +Our older sermons are headier than these, Master Silas! our new beer +is the sweeter and clammier, and wants more spice. The doctor +hath seasoned his with pretty wit enough, to do him justice, which in +a sermon is never out of place; for if there be the bane, there likewise +is the antidote.<br> +<br> +“What dost thou think about it, Master Silas?”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“1 would not give ten farthings for ten folios of such sermons.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“These words, Master Silas, will oftener be quoted than any others +of thine; but rarely (do I suspect) as applicable to Doctor Glaston. +I must stick unto his gown. I must declare that, to my poor knowledge, +many have been raised to the bench of bishops for less wisdom and worse +than is contained in the few sentences I have been commanded by authority +to recite. No disparagement to any body I know, Master Silas, +and multitudes bear witness, that thou above most art a dead hand at +a sermon.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Touch my sermons, wilt dare?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Nay, Master Silas, be not angered; it is courage enough to hear +them.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Now, Silas, hold thy peace and rest contented. He hath +excused himself unto thee, throwing in a compliment far above his station, +and not unworthy of Rome or Florence. I did not think him so ready. +Our Warwickshire lads are fitter for football than courtesies; and, +sooth to say, not only the inferior.”<br> +<br> +His worship turned from Master Silas toward William, and said, “Brave +Willy, thou hast given us our bitters; we are ready now for any thing +solid. What hast left?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Little or nothing, sir.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Well, give us that little or nothing.”<br> +<br> +William Shakspeare was obedient to the commands of Sir Thomas, who had +spoken thus kindly unto him, and had deigned to cast at him from his +<i>lordly dish </i>(as the Psalmist hath it) a fragment of facetiousness.<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Alas, sir! may I repeat it without offence, it not being doctrine +but admonition, and meant for me only?”<br> +<br> +“Speak it the rather for that,” quoth Sir Thomas.<br> +<br> +Then did William give utterance to the words of the preacher, not indeed +in his sermon at St. Mary’s, but after dinner.<br> +<br> +“‘Lust seizeth us in youth, ambition in midlife, avarice +in old age; but vanity and pride are the besetting sins that drive the +angels from our cradle, pamper us with luscious and most unwholesome +food, ride our first stick with us, mount our first horse with us, wake +with us in the morning, dream with us in the night, and never at any +time abandon us. In this world, beginning with pride and vanity, +we are delivered over from tormentor to tormentor, until the worst tormentor +of all taketh absolute possession of us for ever, seizing us at the +mouth of the grave, enchaining us in his own dark dungeon, standing +at the door, and laughing at our cries. But the Lord, out of his +infinite mercy, hath placed in the hand of every man the helm to steer +his course by, pointing it out with his finger, and giving him strength +as well as knowledge to pursue it.<br> +<br> +“‘William! William! there is in the moral straits a current +from right to wrong, but no re-flux from wrong to right; for which destination +we must hoist our sails aloft and ply our oars incessantly, or night +and the tempest will overtake us, and we shall shriek out in vain from +the billows, and irrecoverably sink.’”<br> +<br> +“Amen!” cried Sir Thomas most devoutly, sustaining his voice +long and loud.<br> +<br> +“Open that casement, good Silas! the day is sultry for the season +of the year; it approacheth unto noontide. The room is close, +and those blue flies do make a strange hubbub.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“In troth do they, sir; they come from the kitchen, and do savour +woundily of roast goose! And, methinks - ”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“What bethinkest thou?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“The fancy of a moment, - a light and vain one.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Thou relievest me; speak it!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“How could the creatures cast their coarse rank odour thus far? +- even into your presence! A noble and spacious hall! Charlecote, +in my mind, beats Warwick Castle, and challenges Kenilworth.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“The hall is well enough; I must say it is a noble hall, - a hall +for a queen to sit down in. And I stuffed an arm-chair with horse-hair +on purpose, feathers over it, swan-down over them again, and covered +it with scarlet cloth of Bruges, five crowns the short ell. But +her highness came not hither; she was taken short; she had a tongue +in her ear.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Where all is spring, all is buzz and murmur.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Quaint and solid as the best yew hedge. I marvel at thee. +A knight might have spoken it, under favour. They stopped her +at Warwick - to see what? two old towers that don’t match, <a name="citation105a"></a><a href="#footnote105a">{105a}</a> +and a portcullis that (people say) opens only upon fast-days. +Charlecote Hall, I could have told her sweet Highness, was built by +those Lucys who came over with Julius Cæsar and William the Conqueror, +with cross and scallop-shell on breast and beaver.”<br> +<br> +“But, <i>honest Willy</i>!? - ”<br> +<br> +Such were the very words; I wrote them down with two signs in the margent, +- one a mark of admiration, as thus (!), the other of interrogation +(so we call it) as thus (?).<br> +<br> +“But, honest Willy, I would fain hear more,” quoth he, “about +the learned Doctor Glaston. He seemeth to be a man after God’s +own heart.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Ay is he! Never doth he sit down to dinner but he readeth +first a chapter of the Revelation; and if he tasteth a pound of butter +at Carfax, he saith a grace long enough to bring an appetite for a baked +bull’s <a name="citation106a"></a><a href="#footnote106a">{106a}</a> +--zle. If this be not after God’s own heart, I know not +what is.”<br> +*** Corrected and spell-checked to here - page 107 ***<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I would fain confer with him, but that Oxford lieth afar off, +- a matter of thirty miles, I hear. I might, indeed, write unto +him; but our Warwickshire pens are mighty broad-nibbed, and there is +a something in this plaguy ink of ours sadly ropy - ”<br> +<br> +“I fear there is,” quoth Willy.<br> +<br> +“And I should scorn,” continued his worship, “to write +otherwise than in a fine Italian character to the master of a college, +near in dignity to knighthood.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Worshipful sir! is there no other way of communicating but by +person, or writing, or messages?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I will consider and devise. At present I can think of none +so satisfactory.”<br> +<br> +And now did the great clock over the gateway strike. And Bill +Shakspeare did move his lips, even as Sir Thomas had moved his erewhile +in ejaculating. And when he had wagged them twice or thrice after +the twelve strokes of the clock were over, again he ejaculated with +voice also, saying, -<br> +<br> +“Mercy upon us! how the day wears! Twelve strokes! +Might I retire, please your worship, into the chapel for about three +quarters of an hour, and perform the service <a name="citation108a"></a><a href="#footnote108a">{108a}</a> +as ordained?”<br> +<br> +Before Sir Thomas could give him leave or answer, did Sir Silas cry +aloud, -<br> +<br> +“He would purloin the chalice, worth forty-eight shillings, and +melt it down in the twinkling of an eye, he is so crafty.”<br> +<br> +But the knight was more reasonable, and said, reprovingly, -<br> +<br> +“There now, Silas! thou talkest widely, and verily in malice, +if there be any in thee.”<br> +<br> +“Try him,” answered Master Silas; “I don’t kneel +where he does. Could he have but his wicked will of me he would +chop my legs off, as he did the poor buck’s.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“No, no, no; he hath neither guile nor revenge in him. We +may let him have his way, now that he hath taken the right one.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Popery! sheer popery! strong as harts-horn! Your papists +keep these outlandish hours for their masses and mummery. Surely +we might let God alone at twelve o’clock! Have we no bowels?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Gracious sir! I do not urge it; and the time is now past +by some minutes.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Art thou popishly inclined, William?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Sir, I am not popishly inclined; I am not inclined to pay tribute +of coin or understanding to those who rush forward with a pistol at +my breast, crying, ‘<i>Stand</i>,<i> or you are a dead man</i>.’ +I have but one guide in faith, - a powerful, an almighty one. +He will not suffer to waste away and vanish the faith for which he died. +He hath chosen in all countries pure hearts for its depositaries; and +I would rather take it from a friend and neighbour, intelligent and +righteous, and rejecting lucre, than from some foreigner educated in +the pride of cities or in the moroseness of monasteries, who sells me +what Christ gave me, - his own flesh and blood.<br> +<br> +“I can repeat by heart what I read above a year agone, albeit +I cannot bring to mind the title of the book in which I read it. +These are the words, -<br> +<br> +“‘The most venal and sordid of all the superstitions that +have swept and darkened our globe may, indeed, like African locusts, +have consumed the green corn in very extensive regions, and may return +periodically to consume it; but the strong, unwearied labourer who sowed +it hath alway sown it in other places less exposed to such devouring +pestilences. Those cunning men who formed to themselves the gorgeous +plan of universal dominion were aware that they had a better chance +of establishing it than brute ignorance or brute force could supply, +and that soldiers and their paymasters were subject to other and powerfuller +fears than the transitory ones of war and invasion. What they +found in heaven they seized; what they wanted they forged.<br> +<br> +“‘And so long as there is vice and ignorance in the world, +so long as fear is a passion, their dominion will prevail; but their +dominion is not, and never shall be, universal. Can we wonder +that it is so general? Can we wonder that anything is wanting +to give it authority and effect, when every learned, every prudent, +every powerful, every ambitious man in Europe, for above a thousand +years, united in the league to consolidate it?<br> +<br> +“‘The old dealers in the shambles, where Christ’s +body is exposed for sale in convenient marketable slices, <a name="citation111a"></a><a href="#footnote111a">{111a}</a> +have not covered with blood and filth the whole pavement. Beautiful +usages are remaining still, - kindly affections, radiant hopes, and +ardent aspirations!<br> +<br> +“‘It is a comfortable thing to reflect, as they do, and +as we may do unblamably, that we are uplifting to our Guide and Maker +the same incense of the heart, and are uttering the very words, which +our dearest friends in all quarters of the earth, nay in heaven itself, +are offering to the throne of grace at the same moment.<br> +<br> +“‘Thus are we together through the immensity of space. +What are these bodies? Do they unite us? No; they keep us +apart and asunder even while we touch. Realms and oceans, worlds +and ages, open before two spirits bent on heaven. What a choir +surrounds us when we resolve to live unitedly and harmoniously in Christian +faith!’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Now, Silas, what sayest thou?”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Ignorant fool!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Ignorant fools are bearable, Master Silas! your wise ones are +the worst.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Prithee no bandying of loggerheads.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Or else what mortal man shall say<br> +Whose shins may suffer in the fray?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Thou reasonest aptly and timest well. And surely, being +now in so rational and religious a frame of mind, thou couldst recall +to memory a section or head or two of the sermon holden at St. Mary’s. +It would do thee and us as much good as <i>Lighten our darkness</i>,<i> +</i>or <i>Forasmuch as it hath pleased</i>;<i> </i>and somewhat less +than three quarters of an hour (maybe less than one quarter) sufficeth.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Or he hangs without me. I am for dinner in half the time.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Silas! Silas! he hangeth not with thee or without thee.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“He thinketh himself a clever fellow; but he (look ye) is the +cleverest that gets off.”<br> +<br> +“I hold quite the contrary,” quoth Will Shakspeare, winking +at Master Silas from the comfort and encouragement he had just received +touching the hanging.<br> +<br> +And Master Silas had his answer ready, and shewed that he was more than +a match for poor Willy in wit and poetry.<br> +<br> +He answered thus:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“If winks are wit,<br> +Who wanteth it?<br> +<br> +<br> +Thou hadst other bolts to kill bucks withal. In wit, sirrah, thou +art a mere child.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Little dogs are jealous of children, great ones fondle them.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“An that were written in the Apocrypha, in the very teeth of Bel +and the Dragon, it could not be truer. I have witnessed it with +my own eyes over and over.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“He will take this for wit, likewise, now the arms of Lucy do +seal it.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Silas, they may stamp wit, they may further wit, they may send +wit into good company, but not make it.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Behold my wall of defence!”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“An thou art for walls, I have one for thee from Oxford, pithy +and apposite, sound and solid, and trimmed up becomingly, as a collar +of brawn with a crown of rosemary, or a boar’s head with a lemon +in the mouth.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Egad, Master Silas, those are your walls for lads to climb over, +an they were higher than Babel’s.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Have at thee!”<br> +<br> +<br> +“Thou art a wall<br> +To make the ball<br> + Rebound from.<br> +<br> +“Thou hast a back<br> +For beadle’s crack<br> + To sound from, to sound from.<br> +<br> +<br> +The foolishest dolts are the ground-plot of the most wit, as the idlest +rogues are of the most industry. Even thou hast brought wit down +from Oxford. And before a thief is hanged, parliament must make +laws, attorneys must engross them, printers stamp and publish them, +hawkers cry them, judges expound them, juries weigh and measure them +with offences, then executioners carry them into effect. The farmer +hath already sown the hemp, the ropemaker hath twisted it; sawyers saw +the timber, carpenters tack together the shell, grave-diggers delve +the earth. And all this truly for fellows like unto thee.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Whom a God came down from heaven to save.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Silas! he hangeth not. William, I must have the heads of +the sermon, six or seven of ’em; thou hast whetted my appetite +keenly. How! dost duck thy pate into thy hat? nay, nay, that is +proper and becoming at church; we need not such solemnity. Repeat +unto us the setting forth at St. Mary’s.”<br> +<br> +Whereupon did William Shakspeare entreat of Master Silas that he would +help him in his ghostly endeavours, by repeating what he called the +<i>preliminary </i>prayer; which prayer I find nowhere in our ritual, +and do suppose it to be one of those Latin supplications used in our +learned universities now or erewhile.<br> +<br> +I am afeard it hath not the approbation of the strictly orthodox, for +inasmuch as Master Silas at such entreaty did close his teeth against +it, and with teeth thus closed did say, Athanasiuswise, “Go and +be damned!”<br> +<br> +Bill was not disheartened, but said he hoped better, and began thus:-<br> +<br> +“‘My brethren!’ said the preacher, ‘or rather +let me call you my children, such is my age confronted with yours, for +the most part, - my children, then, and my brethren (for here are both), +believe me, killing is forbidden.’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“This, not being delivered unto us from the pulpit by the preacher +himself, we may look into. Sensible man! shrewd reasoner! +What a stroke against deer-stealers! how full of truth and ruth! +Excellent discourse!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“The last part was the best.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I always find it so. The softest of the cheesecake is left +in the platter when the crust is eaten. He kept the best bit for +the last, then? He pushed it under the salt, eh? He told +thee - ”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Exactly so.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“What was it?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.<br> +<br> +“‘Ye shall not kill.’<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“How I did he run in a circle like a hare? One of his mettle +should break cover and off across the country like a fox or hart.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“‘And yet ye kill time when ye can, and are uneasy when +ye cannot.’”<br> +<br> +Whereupon did Sir Thomas say, aside unto himself, but within my hearing, +-<br> +<br> +“Faith and troth! he must have had a head in at the window here +one day or other.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“‘This sin cryeth unto the Lord.’<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“He was wrong there. It is not one of those that cry; mortal +sins cry. Surely he could not have fallen into such an error! +it must be thine; thou misunderstoodest him.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Mayhap, sir! A great heaviness came over me; I was oppressed +in spirit, and did feel as one awakening from a dream.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Godlier men than thou art do often feel the right hand of the +Lord upon their heads in like manner. It followeth contrition, +and precedeth conversion. Continue.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“‘My brethren and children,’ said the teacher, ‘whenever +ye want to kill time call God to the chase, and bid the angels blow +the horn; and thus ye are sure to kill time to your heart’s content. +And ye may feast another day, and another after that - ’”<br> +<br> +Then said Master Silas unto me, concernedly,<br> +<br> +“This is the mischief-fullest of all the devil’s imps, to +talk in such wise at a quarter past twelve!”<br> +<br> +But William went straight on, not hearing him,<br> +<br> +“‘ - upon what ye shall, in such pursuit, have brought home +with you. Whereas, if ye go alone, or two or three together, nay, +even if ye go in thick and gallant company, and yet provide not that +these be with ye, my word for it, and a powerfuller word than mine, +ye shall return to your supper tired and jaded, and rest little when +ye want to rest most.’”<br> +<br> +“Hast no other head of the Doctor’s?” quoth Sir Thomas.<br> +<br> +“Verily none,” replied Willy, “of the morning’s +discourse, saving the last words of it, which, with God’s help, +I shall always remember.”<br> +<br> +“Give us them, give us them,” said Sir Thomas.<br> +<br> +“He wants doctrine; he wants authority; his are grains of millet, +- grains for unfledged doves; but they are sound, except the <i>crying.<br> +<br> +</i>“Deliver unto us the last words; for the last of the preacher, +as of the hanged, are usually the best.”<br> +<br> +Then did William repeat the concluding words of the discourse, being +these:-<br> +<br> +“‘As years are running past us, let us throw something on +them which they cannot shake off in the dust and hurry of the world, +but must carry with them to that great year of all, whereunto the lesser +of this mortal life do tend and are subservient.’<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas, after a pause, and after having bent his knee under the +table, as though there had been the church-cushion, said unto us, -<br> +<br> +“Here he spake <i>through a glass</i>,<i> darkly</i>,<i> </i>as +blessed Paul hath it.”<br> +<br> +Then turning toward Willy, -<br> +<br> +“And nothing more?”<br> +<br> +“Nothing but the <i>glory</i>,” quoth Willy, “at which +there is always such a clatter of feet upon the floor, and creaking +of benches, and rustling of gowns, and bustle of bonnets, and justle +of cushions, and dust of mats, and treading of toes, and punching of +elbows, from the spitefuller, that one wishes to be fairly out of it, +after the scramble for <i>the peace of God </i>is at an end - ”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas threw himself back upon his armchair, and exclaimed in wonderment, +“How!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“ - and in the midst of the service again, were it possible. +For nothing is painfuller than to have the pail shaken off the head +when it is brim-full of the waters of life, and we are walking staidly +under it.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Had the learned Doctor preached again in the evening, pursuing +the thread of his discourse, he might, peradventure, have made up the +deficiencies I find in him.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He had not that opportunity.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“The more’s the pity.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“The evening admonition, delivered by him unto the household - +”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“What! and did he indeed shew wind enough for that? Prithee +out with it, if thou didst put it into thy tablets.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Alack, sir! there were so many Latin words, I fear me I should +be at fault in such attempt.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Fear not; we can help thee out between us, were there a dozen +or a score.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Bating those latinities, I do verily think I could tie up again +most of the points in his doublet.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“At him then! What was his bearing?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“In dividing his matter, he spooned out and apportioned the commons +in his discourse, as best suited the quality, capacity, and constitution +of his hearers. To those in priests’ orders he delivered +a sort of catechism.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“He catechise grown men! He catechise men in priests’ +orders! - being no bishop, nor bishop’s ordinary!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He did so; it may be at his peril.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“And what else? for catechisms are baby’s pap.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He did not catechise, but he admonished the richer gentlemen +with gold tassels for their top-knots.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I thought as much. It was no better in my time. Admonitions +fell gently upon those gold tassels; and they ripened degrees as glass +and sunshine ripen cucumbers. We priests, forsooth, are catechised! +The worst question to any gold tasseller is, ‘<i>How do you do</i>?’ +Old <i>Alma Mater </i>coaxes and would be coaxed. But let her +look sharp, or spectacles may be thrust upon her nose that shall make +her eyes water. Aristotle could make out no royal road to wisdom; +but this old woman of ours will shew you one, an you tip her.<br> +<br> +“Tilley valley! <a name="citation124a"></a><a href="#footnote124a">{124a}</a> +catechise priests, indeed!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Peradventure he did it discreetly. Let us examine and judge +him. Repeat thou what he said unto them.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“‘Many,’ said he, ‘are ingenuous, many are devout, +some timidly, some strenuously, but nearly all flinch, and rear, and +kick, at the slightest touch, or least inquisitive suspicion of an unsound +part in their doctrine. And yet, my brethren, we ought rather +to flinch and feel sore at our own searching touch, our own serious +inquisition into ourselves. Let us preachers, who are sufficiently +liberal in bestowing our advice upon others, inquire of ourselves whether +the exercise of spiritual authority may not be sometimes too pleasant, +tickling our breasts with a plume from Satan’s wing, and turning +our heads with that inebriating poison which he hath been seen to instil +into the very chalice of our salvation. Let us ask ourselves in +the closet whether, after we have humbled ourselves before God in our +prayers, we never rise beyond the due standard in the pulpit; whether +our zeal for the truth be never over-heated by internal fires less holy; +whether we never grow stiffly and sternly pertinacious, at the very +time when we are reproving the obstinacy of others; and whether we have +not frequently so acted as if we believed that opposition were to be +relaxed and borne away by self-sufficiency and intolerance. Believe +me, the wisest of us have our catechism to learn; and these, my dear +friends, are not the only questions contained in it. No Christian +can hate; no Christian can malign. Nevertheless, do we not often +both hate and malign those unhappy men who are insensible to God’s +mercies? And I fear this unchristian spirit swells darkly, with +all its venom, in the marble of our hearts, not because our brother +is insensible to these mercies, but because he is insensible to our +faculty of persuasion, turning a deaf ear unto our claim upon his obedience, +or a blind or sleepy eye upon the fountain of light, whereof we deem +ourselves the sacred reservoirs. There is one more question at +which ye will tremble when ye ask it in the recesses of your souls; +I do tremble at it, yet must utter it. Whether we do not more +warmly and erectly stand up for God’s word because it came from +our mouths, than because it came from his? Learned and ingenious +men may indeed find a solution and excuse for all these propositions; +but the wise unto salvation will cry, “Forgive me, O my God, if, +called by thee to walk in thy way, I have not swept this dust from the +sanctuary!”’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“All this, methinks, is for the behoof of clerks and ministers.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He taught them what they who teach others should learn and practise. +Then did he look toward the young gentlemen of large fortune; and lastly +his glances fell upon us poorer folk, whom he instructed in the duty +we owe to our superiors.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Ay, there he had a host.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“In one part of his admonition he said, -<br> +<br> +“‘Young gentlemen! let not the highest of you who hear me +this evening be led into the delusion, for such it is, that the founder +of his family was <i>originally </i>a greater or a better man than the +lowest here. He willed it, and became it. He must have stood +low; he must have worked hard, - and with tools, moreover, of his own +invention and fashioning. He waved and whistled off ten thousand +strong and importunate temptations; he dashed the dice-box from the +jewelled hand of Chance, the cup from Pleasure’s, and trod under +foot the sorceries of each; he ascended steadily the precipices of Danger, +and looked down with intrepidity from the summit; he overawed Arrogance +with Sedateness; he seized by the horn and overleaped low Violence; +and he fairly swung Fortune round.<br> +<br> +“‘The very high cannot rise much higher; the very low may, +- the truly great must have done it.<br> +<br> +“‘This is not the doctrine, my friends, of the silkenly +and lawnly religious; it wears the coarse texture of the fisherman, +and walks uprightly and straightforward under it. I am speaking +now more particularly to you among us upon whom God hath laid the incumbrances +of wealth, the sweets whereof bring teazing and poisonous things about +you, not easily sent away. What now are your pretensions under +sacks of money? or your enjoyments under the shade of genealogical trees? +Are they rational? Are they real? Do they exist at all? +Strange inconsistency! to be proud of having as much gold and silver +laid upon you as a mule hath, and yet to carry it less composedly! +The mule is not answerable for the conveyance and discharge of his burden, +- you are. Stranger infatuation still! to be prouder of an excellent +thing done by another than by yourselves, supposing any excellent thing +to have actually been done; and, after all, to be more elated on his +cruelties than his kindnesses, by the blood he hath spilt than by the +benefits he had conferred; and to acknowledge less obligation to a well-informed +and well-intentioned progenitor than to a lawless and ferocious barbarian. +Would stocks and stumps, if they could utter words, utter such gross +stupidity? Would the apple boast of his crab origin, or the peach +of his prune? Hardly any man is ashamed of being inferior to his +ancestors, although it is the very thing at which the great should blush, +if, indeed, the great in general descended from the worthy. I +did expect to see the day, and although I shall not see it, it must +come at last, when he shall be treated as a madman or an impostor who +dares to claim nobility or precedency and cannot shew his family name +in the history of his country. Even he who can shew it, and who +cannot write his own under it in the same or as goodly characters, must +submit to the imputation of degeneracy, from which the lowly and obscure +are exempt.<br> +<br> +“‘He alone who maketh you wiser maketh you greater; and +it is only by such an implement that Almighty God himself effects it. +When he taketh away a man’s wisdom he taketh away his strength, +his power over others and over himself. What help for him then? +He may sit idly and swell his spleen, saying, - <i>Who is this? who +is that? </i>and at the question’s end the spirit of inquiry dies +away in him. It would not have been so if, in happier hour, he +had said within himself, <i>Who am I? what am I? </i>and had prosecuted +the search in good earnest.<br> +<br> +“‘When we ask who <i>this </i>man is, or who <i>that </i>man +is, we do not expect or hope for a plain answer; we should be disappointed +at a direct, or a rational, or a kind one. We desire to hear that +he was of low origin, or had committed some crime, or been subjected +to some calamity. Whoever he be, in general we disregard or despise +him, unless we discover that he possesseth by nature many qualities +of mind and body which he never brings into use, and many accessories +of situation and fortune which he brings into abuse every day. +According to the arithmetic in practice, he who makes the most idlers +and the most ingrates is the most worshipful. But wiser ones than +the scorers in this school will tell you how riches and power were bestowed +by Providence that generosity and mercy should be exercised; for, if +every gift of the Almighty were distributed in equal portions to every +creature, less of such virtues would be called into the field; consequently +there would be less of gratitude, less of submission, less of devotion, +less of hope, and, in the total, less of content.’”<br> +<br> +Here he ceased, and Sir Thomas nodded, and said, -<br> +<br> +“Reasonable enough! nay, almost too reasonable!”<br> +<br> +“But where are the apostles? Where are the disciples? +Where are the saints? Where is hell-fire?”<br> +<br> +“Well! patience! we may come to it yet. Go on, Will!”<br> +<br> +With such encouragement before him, did Will Shakspeare take breath +and continue:-<br> +<br> +“‘We mortals are too much accustomed to behold our superiors +in rank and station as we behold the leaves in the forest. While +we stand under these leaves, our protection and refuge from heat and +labour, we see only the rougher side of them, and the gloominess of +the branches on which they hang. In the midst of their benefits +we are insensible to their utility and their beauty, and appear to be +ignorant that if they were placed less high above us we should derive +from them less advantage.’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Ay; envy of superiority made the angels kick and run restive.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“May it please your worship! with all my faults, I have ever borne +due submission and reverence toward my superiors.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Very right! very scriptural! But most folks do that. +Our duty is not fulfilled unless we bear absolute veneration; unless +we are ready to lay down our lives and fortunes at the foot of the throne, +and every thing else at the foot of those who administer the laws under +virgin majesty.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Honoured sir! I am quite ready to lay down my life and +fortune, and all the rest of me, before that great virgin.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Thy life and fortune, to wit!<br> +<br> +“What are they worth? A June cob-nut, maggot and all.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Silas, we will not repudiate nor rebuff his Magdalen, that bringeth +a pot of ointment. Rather let us teach and tutor than twit. +It is a tractable and conducible youth, being in good company.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Teach and tutor! Hold hard, sir! These base varlets +ought to be taught but two things: to bow as beseemeth them to their +betters, and to hang perpendicular. We have authority for it, +that no man can add an inch to his stature; but by aid of the sheriff +I engage to find a chap who shall add two or three to this whoreson’s.” +<a name="citation133a"></a><a href="#footnote133a">{133a}</a><br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Nay, nay, now, Silas! the lad’s mother was always held +to be an honest woman.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“His mother may be an honest woman for me.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“No small privilege, by my faith! for any woman in the next parish +to thee, Master Silas!”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“There again! out comes the filthy runlet from the quagmire, that +but now lay so quiet with all its own in it.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Until it was trodden on by the ass that could not leap over it. +These, I think, are the words of the fable.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“They are so.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“What fable?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Tush! don’t press him too hard; he wants not wit, but learning.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“He wants a rope’s-end; and a rope’s-end is not enough +for him, unless we throw in the other.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Peradventure he may be an instrument, a potter’s clay, +a type, a token.<br> +<br> +“I have seen many young men, and none like unto him. He +is shallow but clear; he is simple, but ingenuous.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Drag the ford again, then. In my mind he is as deep as +the big tankard; and a mouthful of rough burrage will be the beginning +and end of it.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“No fear of that. Neither, if rightly reported by the youngster, +is there so much doctrine in the doctor as we expected. He doth +not dwell upon the main; he is worldly; he is wise in his generation, +- he says things out of his own head.<br> +<br> +“Silas, that can’t hold! We want <i>props -</i> <i>fulcrums</i>,<i> +</i>I think you called ’em to the farmers; or was it <i>stimulums</i>?”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Both very good words.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I should be mightily pleased to hear thee dispute with that great +don.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I hate disputations. Saint Paul warns us against them. +If one wants to be thirsty, the tail of a stockfish is as good for it +as the head of a logician.<br> +<br> +“The doctor there, at Oxford, is in flesh and mettle; but let +him be sleek and gingered as he may, clap me in St. Mary’s pulpit, +cassock me, lamb-skin me, give me pink for my colours, glove me to the +elbow, heel-piece me half an ell high, cushion me before and behind, +bring me a mug of mild ale and a rasher of bacon, only just to con over +the text withal; then allow me fair play, and as much of my own way +as he had, and the devil take the hindermost. I am his man at +any time.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I am fain to believe it. Verily, I do think, Silas, thou +hast as much stuff in thee as most men. Our beef and mutton at +Charlecote rear other than babes and sucklings.<br> +<br> +“I like words taken, like thine, from black-letter books. +They look stiff and sterling, and as though a man might dig about ’em +for a week, and never loosen the lightest.<br> +<br> +“Thou hast alway at hand either saint or devil, as occasion needeth, +according to the quality of the sinner, and they never come uncalled +for. Moreover, Master Silas, I have observed that thy hell-fire +is generally lighted up in the pulpit about the dog-days.”<br> +<br> +Then turned the worthy knight unto the youth, saying, -<br> +<br> +“’T were well for thee, William Shakspeare, if the learned +doctor had kept thee longer in his house, and had shewn unto thee the +danger of idleness, which hath often led unto deer-stealing and poetry. +In thee we already know the one, although the distemper hath eaten but +skin-deep for the present; and we have the testimony of two burgesses +on the other. The pursuit of poetry, as likewise of game, is unforbidden +to persons of condition.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Sir, that of game is the more likely to keep them in it.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS,<br> +<br> +“It is the more knightly of the two; but poetry hath also her +pursuers among us. I myself, in my youth, had some experience +that way; and I am fain to blush at the reputation I obtained. +His honour, my father, took me to London at the age of twenty; and, +sparing no expense in my education, gave fifty shillings to one Monsieur +Dubois to teach me fencing and poetry, in twenty lessons. In vacant +hours he taught us also the laws of honour, which are different from +ours.<br> +<br> +“In France you are unpolite unless you solicit a judge or his +wife to favour your cause; and you inevitably lose it. In France +there is no want of honour where there is no want of courage; you may +lie, but you must not hear that you lie. I asked him what he thought +then of lying; and he replied, -<br> +<br> +“‘<i>C’est selon</i>.’<br> +<br> +“‘And suppose you should overhear the whisper?’<br> +<br> +“‘<i>Ah</i>,<i> parbleu</i>! <i>Cela m’irrite</i>;<i> +cela me pousse au bout.</i>’<br> +<br> +“I was going on to remark that a real man of honour could less +bear to lie than to hear it; when he cried, at the words <i>real man +of honour</i>,<i> -<br> +<br> +</i>“‘<i>Le voilà</i>,<i> Monsieur</i>! <i>le voilà</i>!’ +and gave himself such a blow on the breast as convinced me the French +are a brave people.<br> +<br> +“He told us that nothing but his honour was left him, but that +it supplied the place of all he had lost. It was discovered some +time afterward that M. Dubois had been guilty of perjury, had been a +spy, and had lost nothing but a dozen or two of tin patty-pans, hereditary +in his family, his father having been a cook on his own account.<br> +<br> +“William, it is well at thy time of life that thou shouldst know +the customs of far countries, particularly if it should be the will +of God to place thee in a company of players. Of all nations in +the world, the French best understand the stage. If thou shouldst +ever write for it, which God forbid, copy them very carefully. +Murders on their stage are quite decorous and cleanly. Few gentlemen +and ladies die by violence who would not have died by exhaustion. +‘For they rant and rave until their voice fails them, one after +another; and those who do not die of it die consumptive. They +cannot bear to see cruelty; they would rather see any image than their +own.’ These are not my observations, but were made by Sir +Everard Starkeye, who likewise did remark to Monsieur Dubois, that ‘cats, +if you hold them up to the looking-glass, will scratch you terribly; +and that the same fierce animal, as if proud of its cleanly coat and +velvety paw, doth carefully put aside what other animals of more estimation +take no trouble to conceal.’<br> +<br> +“‘Our people,’ said Sir Everard, ‘must see upon +the stage what they never could have imagined; so the best men in the +world would earnestly take a peep of hell through a chink, whereas the +worser would skulk away.’<br> +<br> +“Do not thou be their caterer, William! Avoid the writing +of comedies and tragedies. To make people laugh is uncivil, and +to make people cry is unkind. And what, after all, are these comedies +and these tragedies? They are what, for the benefit of all future +generations, I have myself described them, -<br> +<br> +<br> +‘The whimsies of wantons and stories of dread,<br> +That make the stout-hearted look under the bed.’<br> +<br> +<br> +Furthermore, let me warn thee against the same on account of the vast +charges thou must stand at. We Englishmen cannot find it in our +hearts to murder a man without much difficulty, hesitation, and delay. +We have little or no invention for pains and penalties; it is only our +acutest lawyers who have wit enough to frame them. Therefore it +behooveth your tragedy-man to provide a rich assortment of them, in +order to strike the auditor with awe and wonder. And a tragedy-man, +in our country, who cannot afford a fair dozen of stabbed males, and +a trifle under that mark of poisoned females, and chains enow to moor +a whole navy in dock, is but a scurvy fellow at the best. Thou +wilt find trouble in purveying these necessaries; and then must come +the gim-cracks for the second course, - gods, goddesses, fates, furies, +battles, marriages, music, and the maypole. Hast thou within thee +wherewithal?”<br> +<br> +“Sir!” replied Billy, with great modesty, “I am most +grateful for these ripe fruits of your experience. To admit delightful +visions into my own twilight chamber is not dangerous nor forbidden. +Believe me, sir, he who indulges in them will abstain from injuring +his neighbour; he will see no glory in peril, and no delight in strife.<br> +<br> +“The world shall never be troubled by any battles and marriages +of mine, and I desire no other music and no other maypole than have +lightened my heart at Stratford.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas, finding him well-conditioned and manageable, proceeded:-<br> +<br> +“Although I have admonished thee of sundry and insurmountable +impediments, yet more are lying in the pathway. We have no verse +for tragedy. One in his hurry hath dropped rhyme, and walketh +like unto the man who wanteth the left-leg stocking. Others can +give us rhyme indeed, but can hold no longer after the tenth or eleventh +syllable. Now Sir Everard Starkeye, who is a pretty poet, did +confess to Monsieur Dubois the potency of the French tragic verse, which +thou never canst hope to bring over.<br> +<br> +“‘I wonder, Monsieur Dubois!’ said Sir Everard, ‘that +your countrymen should have thought it necessary to transport their +heavy artillery into Italy. No Italian could stand a volley of +your heroic verses from the best and biggest pieces. With these +brought into action, you never could have lost the battle of Pavia.’<br> +<br> +“Now my friend Sir Everard is not quite so good a historian as +he is a poet; and Monsieur Dubois took advantage of him.<br> +<br> +“‘Pardon! Monsieur Sir Everard!’ said Monsieur +Dubois, smiling at my friend’s slip, ‘We did not lose the +battle of Pavia. We had the misfortune to lose our king, who delivered +himself up, as our kings always do, for the good and glory of his country.’<br> +<br> +“‘How was this?’ said Sir Everard, in surprise.<br> +<br> +“‘I will tell you, Monsieur Sir Everard!’ said Monsieur +Dubois. ‘I had it from my own father, who fought in the +battle, and told my mother, word for word.<br> +<br> +“‘The king seeing his household troops, being only one thousand +strong, surrounded by twelve regiments, the best Spanish troops, amounting +to eighteen thousand four hundred and forty-two, although he doubted +not of victory, yet thought he might lose many brave men before the +close of the day, and rode up instantly to King Charles, and said, -<br> +<br> +“‘“My brother! I am loath to lose so many of +those brave men yonder. Whistle off your Spanish pointers, and +I agree to ride home with you.”<br> +<br> +“‘And so he did. But what did King Charles? +Abusing French loyalty, he made our Francis his prisoner, would you +believe it? and treated him worse than ever badger was treated at the +bottom of any paltry stable-yard, putting upon his table beer and Rhenish +wine and wild boar.’<br> +<br> +“I have digressed with thee, young man,” continued the knight, +much to the improvement of my knowledge, I do reverentially confess, +as it was of the lad’s. “We will now,” said +he, “endeavour our best to sober thee, finding that Doctor Glaston +hath omitted it.”<br> +<br> +“Not entirely omitted it,” said William, gratefully; “he +did after dinner all that could be done at such a time toward it. +The doctor could, however, speak only of the Greeks and Romans, and +certainly what he said of them gave me but little encouragement.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“What said he?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“He said, ‘The Greeks conveyed all their wisdom into their +theatre, - their stages were churches and parliament-houses; but what +was false prevailed over what was true. They had their own wisdom, +the wisdom of the foolish. Who is Sophocles, if compared to Doctor +Hammersley of Oriel? or Euripides, if compared to Doctor Prichard of +Jesus? Without the Gospel, light is darkness; and with it, children +are giants.<br> +<br> +“‘William, I need not expatiate on Greek with thee, since +thou knowest it not, but some crumbs of Latin are picked up by the callowest +beaks. The Romans had, as thou findest, and have still, more taste +for murder than morality, and, as they could not find heroes among them, +looked for gladiators. Their only very high poet employed his +elevation and strength to dethrone and debase the Deity. They +had several others, who polished their language and pitched their instruments +with admirable skill; several who glued over their thin and flimsy gaberdines +many bright feathers from the widespread downs of Ionia, and the richly +cultivated rocks of Attica.<br> +<br> +“‘Some of them have spoken from inspiration; for thou art +not to suppose that from the heathen were withheld all the manifestations +of the Lord. We do agree at Oxford that the Pollio of Virgil is +our Saviour. True, it is the dullest and poorest poem that a nation +not very poetical hath bequeathed unto us; and even the versification, +in which this master excelled, is wanting in fluency and sweetness. +I can only account for it from the weight of the subject. Two +verses, which are fairly worth two hundred such poems, are from another +pagan; he was forced to sigh for the church without knowing her. +He saith, -<br> +<br> +<br> +“May I gaze upon thee when my latest hour is come!<br> +May I hold thy hand when mine faileth me!”<br> +<br> +<br> +This, if adumbrating the church, is the most beautiful thought that +ever issued from the heart of man; but if addressed to a wanton, as +some do opine, is filth from the sink, nauseating and insufferable.<br> +<br> +“‘William! that which moveth the heart most is the best +poetry; it comes nearest unto God, the source of all power.’”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Yea; and he appeareth unto me to know more of poetry than of +divinity. Those ancients have little flesh upon the body poetical, +and lack the savour that sufficeth. The Song of Solomon drowns +all their voices: they seem but whistlers and guitar-players compared +to a full-cheeked trumpeter; they standing under the eaves in some dark +lane, he upon a well-caparisoned stallion, tossing his mane and all +his ribbons to the sun. I doubt the doctor spake too fondly of +the Greeks; they were giddy creatures. William, I am loath to +be hard on them; but they please me not. There are those now living +who could make them bite their nails to the quick, and turn green as +grass with envy.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Sir, one of those Greeks, methinks, thrown into the pickle-pot, +would be a treasure to the housewife’s young jerkins.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Simpleton! simpleton! but thou valuest them justly. Now +attend. If ever thou shouldst hear, at Oxford or London, the verses +I am about to repeat, prithee do not communicate them to that fiery +spirit Mat Atterend. It might not be the battle of two hundreds, +but two counties; a sort of York and Lancaster war, whereof I would +wash my hands. Listen!”<br> +<br> +And now did Sir Thomas clear his voice, always high and sonorous, and +did repeat from the stores of his memory these rich and proud verses, +-<br> +<br> +<br> +“‘Chloe! mean men must ever make mean loves;<br> +They deal in dog-roses, but I in cloves.<br> +They are just scorch’d enough to blow their fingers;<br> +I am a phœnix downright burnt to cinders.’”<br> +<br> +<br> +At which noble conceits, so far above what poor Bill had ever imagined, +he lifted up his eyes to heaven, and exclaimed, -<br> +<br> +“The world itself must be reduced to that condition before such +glorious verses die! <i>Chloe </i>and <i>Clove</i>! Why, +sir! Chloe wants but a V toward the tail to become the very thing! +Never tell me that such matters can come about of themselves. +And how truly is it said that we mean men deal in dog-roses.<br> +<br> +“Sir, if it were permitted me to swear on that holy Bible, I would +swear I never until this day heard that dog-roses were our provender; +and yet did I, no longer ago than last summer, write, not indeed upon +a dog-rose, but upon a sweet-briar, what would only serve to rinse the +mouth withal after the clove.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Repeat the same, youth. We may haply give thee our counsel +thereupon.”<br> +<br> +Willy took heart, and lowering his voice, which hath much natural mellowness, +repeated these from memory:-<br> +<br> +<br> + “My briar that smelledst sweet<br> + When gentle spring’s first heat<br> + Ran through thy quiet veins, -<br> + Thou that wouldst injure none,<br> + But wouldst be left alone, -<br> +Alone thou leavest me, and nought of thine remains.<br> +<br> + “What! hath no poet’s lyre<br> + O’er thee, sweet-breathing briar,<br> + Hung fondly, ill or well?<br> + And yet methinks with thee<br> + A poet’s sympathy,<br> +Whether in weal or woe, in life or death, might dwell.<br> +<br> + “Hard usage both must bear,<br> + Few hands your youth will rear,<br> + Few bosoms cherish you;<br> + Your tender prime must bleed<br> + Ere you are sweet, but freed<br> +From life, you then are prized; thus prized are poets too.”<br> +<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas said, with kind encouragement, “He who beginneth so +discreetly with a dog-rose, may hope to encompass a damask-rose ere +he die.”<br> +<br> +Willy did now breathe freely. The commendation of a knight and +magistrate worked powerfully within him; and Sir Thomas said furthermore, +-<br> +<br> +“These short matters do not suit me. Thou mightest have +added some moral about life and beauty, - poets never handle roses without +one; but thou art young, and mayest get into the train.”<br> +<br> +Willy made the best excuse he could; and no bad one it was, the knight +acknowledged; namely, that the sweet-briar was not really dead, although +left for dead.<br> +<br> +“Then,” said Sir Thomas, “as life and beauty would +not serve thy turn, thou mightest have had full enjoyment of the beggar, +the wayside, the thieves, and the good Samaritan, - enough to tapestry +the bridal chamber of an empress.”<br> +<br> +William bowed respectfully, and sighed.<br> +<br> +“Ha! thou hast lost them, sure enough, and it may not be quite +so fair to smile at thy quandary,” quoth Sir Thomas.<br> +<br> +“I did my best the first time,” said Willy, “and fell +short the second.”<br> +<br> +“That, indeed, thou must have done,” said Sir Thomas. +“It is a grievous disappointment, in the midst of our lamentations +for the dead, to find ourselves balked. I am curious to see how +thou couldst help thyself. Don’t be abashed; I am ready +for even worse than the last.”<br> +<br> +Bill hesitated, but obeyed:-<br> +<br> +<br> + “And art thou yet alive?<br> + And shall the happy hive<br> + Send out her youth to cull<br> + Thy sweets of leaf and flower,<br> + And spend the sunny hour<br> +With thee, and thy faint heart with murmuring music lull?<br> +<br> + “Tell me what tender care,<br> + Tell me what pious prayer,<br> + Bade thee arise and live.<br> + The fondest-favoured bee<br> + Shall whisper nought to thee<br> +More loving than the song my grateful muse shall give.”<br> +<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas looked somewhat less pleased at the conclusion of these verses +than at the conclusion of the former, and said, gravely, -<br> +<br> +“Young man! methinks it is betimes that thou talkest of having +a muse to thyself; or even in common with others. It is only great +poets who have muses; I mean to say who have the right to talk in that +fashion. The French, I hear, <i>Phœbus </i>it and <i>muse-me +</i>it right and left; and boggle not to throw all nine, together with +mother and master, into the compass of a dozen lines or thereabout. +And your Italian can hardly do without ’em in the multiplication-table. +We Englishmen do let them in quietly, shut the door, and say nothing +of what passes. I have read a whole book of comedies, and ne’er +a muse to help the lamest.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Wonderful forbearance! I marvel how the poet could get +through.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“By God’s help. And I think we did as well without +’em; for it must be an unabashable man that ever shook his sides +in their company. They lay heavy restraint both upon laughing +and crying. In the great master Virgil of Rome, they tell me they +come in to count the ships, and having cast up the sum total, and proved +it, make off again. Sure token of two things, - first, that he +held ’em dog-cheap; secondly, that he had made but little progress +(for a Lombard born) in book-keeping at double entry.<br> +<br> +“He, and every other great genius, began with small subject-matters, +gnats and the like. I myself, similar unto him, wrote upon fruit. +I would give thee some copies for thy copying, if I thought thou wouldst +use them temperately, and not render them common, as hath befallen the +poetry of some among the brightest geniuses. I could shew thee +how to say new things, and how to time the same. Before my day, +nearly all the flowers and fruits had been gathered by poets, old and +young, <i>from the cedar of Lebanon to the hyssop on the wall</i>;<i> +</i>roses went up to Solomon, apples to Adam, and so forth.<br> +<br> +“Willy! my brave lad! I was the first that ever handled +a quince, I’ll be sworn.<br> +<br> +“Hearken!<br> +<br> +<br> +“Chloe! I would not have thee wince<br> +That I unto thee send a quince.<br> +I would not have thee say unto ’t<br> +<i>Begone</i>! and trample ’t underfoot,<br> +For, trust me, ’t is no fulsome fruit.<br> +It came not out of mine own garden,<br> +But all the way from Henly in Arden, -<br> +Of an uncommon fine old tree,<br> +Belonging to John Asbury.<br> +And if that of it thou shalt eat,<br> +’Twill make thy breath e’en yet more sweet;<br> +As a translation here doth shew,<br> +<i>On fruit-trees</i>,<i> by Jean Mirabeau.<br> +</i>The frontispiece is printed so.<br> +But eat it with some wine and cake,<br> +Or it may give the belly-ache. <a name="citation153a"></a><a href="#footnote153a">{153a}</a><br> +This doth my worthy clerk indite,<br> +I sign,<br> +SIR THOMAS LUCY, Knight.”<br> +<br> +<br> +“Now, Willy, there is not one poet or lover in twenty who careth +for consequences. Many hint to the lady what to do, few what not +to do although it would oftentimes, as in this case, go to one’s +heart to see the upshot.”<br> +<br> +“Ah, sir,” said Bill, in all humility, “I would make +bold to put the parings of that quince under my pillow, for sweet dreams +and insights, if Doctor Glaston had given me encouragement to continue +the pursuit of poetry. Of a surety it would bless me with a bedful +of churches and crucifixions, duly adumbrated.”<br> +<br> +Whereat Sir Thomas, shaking his head, did inform him, -<br> +<br> +“It was in the golden age of the world, as pagans call it, that +poets of condition sent fruits and flowers to their beloved, with posies +fairly penned. We, in our days, have done the like. But +manners of late are much corrupted on the one side, if not on both.<br> +<br> +“Willy! it hath been whispered that there be those who would rather +have a piece of brocade or velvet for a stomacher than the touchingest +copy of verses, with a bleeding heart at the bottom.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Incredible!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“’T is even so!”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“They must surely be rotten fragments of the world before the +flood, - saved out of it by the devil.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I am not of that mind.<br> +<br> +“Their eyes, mayhap, fell upon some of the bravery cast ashore +from the Spanish Armada. In ancienter days, a few pages of good +poetry outvalued a whole ell of the finest Genoa.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“When will such days return?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“It is only within these few years that corruption and avarice +have made such ghastly strides. They always did exist, but were +gentler.<br> +<br> +“My youth is waning, and has been nigh upon these seven years, +I being now in my forty-eighth.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I have understood that the god of poetry is in the enjoyment +of eternal youth; I was ignorant that his sons were.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“No, child! we are hale and comely, but must go the way of all +flesh.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Must it, can it, be?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Time was, my smallest gifts were acceptable, as thus recorded:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“From my fair hand, O will ye, will ye<br> +Deign humbly to accept a gilly-<br> + Flower for thy bosom, sugared maid!<br> +<br> +“Scarce had I said it ere she took it,<br> +And in a twinkling, faith! had stuck it,<br> + Where e’en proud knighthood might have laid.”<br> +<br> +<br> +William was now quite unable to contain himself, and seemed utterly +to have forgotten the grievous charge against him; to such a pitch did +his joy o’erleap his jeopardy.<br> +<br> +Master Silas in the meantime was much disquieted; and first did he strip +away all the white feather from every pen in the inkpot, and then did +he mend them, one and all, and then did he slit them with his thumb-nail, +and then did he pare and slash away at them again and then did he cut +off the tops, until at last he left upon them neither nib nor plume, +nor enough of the middle to serve as quill to a virginal. It went +to my heart to see such a power of pens so wasted; there could not be +fewer than five. Sir Thomas was less wary than usual, being overjoyed. +For great poets do mightly affect to have little poets under them; and +little poets do forget themselves in great company, as fiddlers do, +who <i>hail fellow well met </i>even with lords.<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas did not interrupt our Bill’s wild gladness. I +never thought so worshipful a personage could bear so much. At +last he said unto the lad, -<br> +<br> +“I do bethink me, if thou hearest much more of my poetry, and +the success attendant thereon, good Doctor Glaston would tear thy skirt +off ere he could drag thee back from the occupation.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I fear me, for once, all his wisdom would sluice out in vain.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“It was reported to me that when our virgin queen’s highness +(her Dear Dread’s <a name="citation157a"></a><a href="#footnote157a">{157a}</a> +ear not being then poisoned) heard these verses, she said before her +courtiers, to the sore travail of some, and heart’s content of +others, -<br> +<br> +“‘We need not envy our young cousin James of Scotland his +ass’s bite of a thistle, having such flowers as these gillyflowers +on the chimney-stacks of Charlecote.’<br> +<br> +“I could have told her highness that all this poetry, from beginning +to end, was real matter of fact, well and truly spoken by mine own self. +I had only to harness the rhymes thereunto, at my leisure.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“None could ever doubt it. Greeks and Trojans may fight +for the quince; neither shall have it<br> +<br> +<br> +While a Warwickshire lad<br> +Is on earth to be had,<br> +With a wand to wag<br> +On a trusty nag,<br> +He shall keep the lists<br> +With cudgel or fists.<br> +And black shall be whose eye<br> +Looks evil on Lucy.”<br> +<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Nay, nay, nay! do not trespass too soon upon heroics. Thou +seest thou canst not hold thy wind beyond eight lines. What wouldst +thou do under the heavy mettle that should have wrought such wonders +at Pavia, if thou findest these petards so troublesome in discharging? +Surely, the good doctor, had he entered at large on the subject, would +have been very particular in urging this expostulation.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Sir, to my mortification I must confess that I took to myself +the counsel he was giving to another; a young gentleman who, from his +pale face, his abstinence at table, his cough, his taciturnity, and +his gentleness, seemed already more than half poet. To him did +Doctor Glaston urge, with all his zeal and judgment, many arguments +against the vocation; telling him that, even in college, he had few +applauders, being the first, and not the second or third, who always +are more fortunate; reminding him that he must solicit and obtain much +interest with men of rank and quality, before he could expect their +favour; and that without it the vein chilled, the nerve relaxed, and +the poet was left at next door to the bellman. ‘In the coldness +of the world,’ said he, ‘in the absence of ready friends +and adherents, to light thee upstairs to the richly tapestried chamber +of the muses, thy spirits will abandon thee, thy heart will sicken and +swell within thee; overladen, thou wilt make, O Ethelbert! a slow and +painful progress, and ere the door open, sink. Praise giveth weight +unto the wanting, and happiness giveth elasticity unto the heavy. +As the mightiest streams of the unexplored world, America, run languidly +in the night, <a name="citation159a"></a><a href="#footnote159a">{159a}</a> +and await the sun on high to contend with him in strength and grandeur, +so doth genius halt and pause in the thraldom of outspread darkness, +and move onward with all his vigour then only when creative light and +jubilant warmth surround him.’<br> +<br> +“Ethelbert coughed faintly; a tinge of red, the size of a rose-bud, +coloured the middle of his cheek; and yet he seemed not to be pained +by the reproof. He looked fondly and affectionately at his teacher, +who thus proceeded:<br> +<br> +“‘My dear youth, do not carry the stone of Sisyphus on thy +shoulder to pave the way to disappointment. If thou writest but +indifferent poetry none will envy thee, and some will praise thee; but +nature, in her malignity, hath denied unto thee a capacity for the enjoyment +of such praise. In this she hath been kinder to most others than +to thee; we know wherein she hath been kinder to thee than to most others. +If thou writest good poetry many will call it flat, many will call it +obscure, many will call it inharmonious; and some of these will speak +as they think; for, as in giving a feast to great numbers, it is easier +to possess the wine than to procure the cups, so happens it in poetry; +thou hast the beverage of thy own growth, but canst not find the recipients. +What is simple and elegant to thee and me, to many an honest man is +flat and sterile; what to us is an innocently sly allusion, to as worthy +a one as either of us is dull obscurity; and that moreover which swims +upon our brain, and which throbs against our temples, and which we delight +in sounding to ourselves when the voice has done with it, touches their +ear, and awakens no harmony in any cell of it. Rivals will run +up to thee and call thee a plagiary, and, rather than that proof should +be wanting, similar words to some of thine will be thrown in thy teeth +out of Leviticus and Deuteronomy.<br> +<br> +“‘Do you desire calm studies? Do you desire high thoughts? +Penetrate into theology. What is nobler than to dissect and discern +the opinions of the gravest men upon the subtlest matters? And +what glorious victories are those over Infidelity and Scepticism! +How much loftier, how much more lasting in their effects, than such +as ye are invited unto by what this ingenious youth hath contemptuously +and truly called<br> +<br> +<br> +“The swaggering drum, and trumpet hoarse with rage.”<br> +<br> +<br> +And what a delightful and edifying sight it is, to see hundreds of the +most able doctors, all stripped for the combat, each closing with his +antagonist, and tugging and tearing, tooth and nail, to lay down and +establish truths which have been floating in the air for ages, and which +the lower order of mortals are forbidden to see, and commanded to embrace. +And then the shouts of victory! And then the crowns of amaranth +held over their heads by the applauding angels! Besides, these +combats have other great and distinct advantages. Whereas, in +the carnal, the longer ye contend the more blows do ye receive; in these +against Satan, the more fiercely and pertinaciously ye drive at him, +the slacker do ye find him; every good hit makes him redden and rave +with anger, but diminishes its effect.<br> +<br> +“‘My dear friends, who would not enter a service in which +he may give blows to his mortal enemy, and receive none; and in which +not only the eternal gain is incalculable, but also the temporal, at +four-and-twenty, may be far above the emolument of generals, who, before +the priest was born, had bled profusely for their country, established +her security, brightened her glory, and augmented her dominions?’”<br> +<br> +At this pause did Sir Thomas turn unto Sir Silas, and asked, -<br> +<br> +“What sayest thou, Silas?”<br> +<br> +Whereupon did Sir Silas make answer, -<br> +<br> +“I say it is so, and was so, and should be so, and shall be so. +If the queen’s brother had not sopped the priests and bishops +out of the Catholic cup, they could have held the Catholic cup in their +own hands, instead of yielding it into his. They earned their +money; if they sold their consciences for it, the business is theirs, +not ours. I call this facing the devil with a vengeance. +We have their coats; no matter who made ’em, - we have ’em, +I say, and we will wear ’em; and not a button, tag, or tassel, +shall any man tear away.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas then turned to Willy, and requested him to proceed with the +doctor’s discourse, who thereupon continued:-<br> +<br> +“‘Within your own recollections, how many good, quiet, inoffensive +men, unendowed with any extraordinary abilities, have been enabled, +by means of divinity, to enjoy a long life in tranquillity and affluence?’<br> +<br> +“Whereupon did one of the young gentlemen smile, and, on small +encouragement from Doctor Glaston to enounce the cause thereof, he repeated +these verses, which he gave afterward unto me:-<br> +<br> +<br> + “‘In the names on our books<br> + Was standing Tom Flooke’s,<br> +Who took in due time his degrees;<br> + Which when he had taken,<br> + Like Ascham or Bacon,<br> +By night he could snore and by day he could sneeze.<br> +<br> + “‘Calm, pithy, pragmatical, <a name="citation164a"></a><a href="#footnote164a">{164a}</a><br> + Tom Flooke he could at a call<br> +Rise up like a hound from his sleep;<br> + And if many a quarto<br> + He gave not his heart to,<br> +If pellucid in lore, in his cups he was deep.<br> +<br> + “‘He never did harm,<br> + And his heart might be warm,<br> +For his doublet most certainly was so;<br> + And now has Torn Flooke<br> + A quieter nook<br> +Than ever had Spenser or Tasso.<br> +<br> + “‘He lives in his house,<br> + As still as a mouse,<br> +Until he has eaten his dinner;<br> + But then doth his nose<br> + Outroar all the woes<br> +That encompass the death of a sinner.<br> +<br> + “‘And there oft has been seen<br> + No less than a dean<br> +To tarry a week in the parish,<br> + In October and March,<br> + When deans are less starch,<br> +And days are less gleamy and garish.<br> +<br> + “‘That Sunday Tom’s eyes<br> + Look’d always more wise,<br> +He repeated more often his text;<br> + Two leaves stuck together,<br> + (The fault of the weather)<br> +And . . . <i>the rest ye shall hear in my next.<br> +<br> + </i>“‘At mess he lost quite<br> + His small appetite,<br> +By losing his friend the good dean;<br> + The cook’s sight must fail her!<br> + The eggs sure are staler!<br> +The beef, too! - why, what can it mean?<br> +<br> + “‘He turned off the butcher,<br> + To the cook could he clutch her,<br> +What his choler had done there’s no saying -<br> + ’T is verily said<br> + He smote low the cock’s head,<br> +And took other pullets for laying.’<br> +<br> +<br> +“On this being concluded, Doctor Glaston said he shrewdly suspected +an indigestion on the part of Mr. Thomas Flooke, caused by sitting up +late and studying hard with Mr. Dean; and he protested that theology +itself should not carry us into the rawness of the morning air, particularly +in such critical months as March and October, in one of which the sap +rises, in the other sinks, and there are many stars very sinister.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas shook his head, and declared he would not be uncharitable +to rector, or dean, or doctor, but that certain surmises swam uppermost. +He then winked at Master Silas, who said, incontinently, -<br> +<br> +“You have it, Sir Thomas! The blind buzzards! with their +stars and saps!”<br> +<br> +“Well, but Silas! you yourself have told us over and over again, +in church, that there are <i>arcana</i>.”<br> +<br> +“So there are, - I uphold it,” replied Master Silas; “but +a fig for the greater part, and a fig-leaf for the rest. As for +these signs, they are as plain as any page in the Revelation.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas, after short pondering, said, scoffingly, -<br> +<br> +“In regard to the rawness of the air having any effect whatsoever +on those who discourse orthodoxically on theology, it is quite as absurd +as to imagine that a man ever caught cold in a Protestant church. +I am rather of opinion that it was a judgment on the rector for his +evil-mindedness toward the cook, the Lord foreknowing that he was about +to be wilful and vengeful in that quarter. It was, however, more +advisedly that he took other pullets, on his own view of the case, although +it might be that the same pullets would suit him again as well as ever, +when his appetite should return; for it doth not appear that they were +loath to lay, but laid somewhat unsatisfactorily.<br> +<br> +“Now, youth,” continued his worship, “if in our clemency +we should spare thy life, study this higher elegiacal strain which thou +hast carried with thee from Oxford; it containeth, over and above an +unusual store of biography, much sound moral doctrine, for those who +are heedful in the weighing of it. And what can be more affecting +than -<br> +<br> +<br> + ‘At mess he lost quite<br> + His small appetite,<br> +By losing his friend the good dean’?<br> +<br> +<br> +And what an insight into character! Store it up; store it up! +<i>Small appetite</i>,<i> </i>particular; <i>good dean</i>,<i> </i>generick.”<br> +<br> +Hereupon did Master Silas jerk me with his indicative joint, the elbow +to wit, and did say in my ear, -<br> +<br> +“He means <i>deanery</i>. Give me one of those bones so +full of marrow, and let my lord bishop have all the meat over it, and +welcome. If a dean is not on his stilts, he is not on his stumps; +he stands on his own ground; he is a <i>noli-metangeretarian</i>.”<br> +<br> +“What art thou saying of those sectaries, good Master Silas?” +quoth Sir Thomas, not hearing him distinctly.<br> +<br> +“I was talking of the dean,” replied Master Silas. +“He was the very dean who wrote and sang that song called the +<i>Two Jacks</i>.”<br> +<br> +“Hast it?” asked he.<br> +<br> +Master Silas shook his head, and, trying in vain to recollect it, said +at last, -<br> +<br> +“After dinner it sometimes pops out of a filbert-shell in a crack; +and I have known it float on the first glass of Herefordshire cider; +it also hath some affinity with very stiff and old bottled beer; but +in a morning it seemeth unto me like a remnant of over-night.”<br> +<br> +“Our memory waneth, Master Silas!” quoth Sir Thomas, looking +seriously. “If thou couldst repeat it, without the grimace +of singing, it were not ill.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas struck the table with his fist, and repeated the first +stave angrily; but in the second he forgot the admonition of Sir Thomas, +and did sing outright, -<br> +<br> +<br> + “Jack Calvin and Jack Cade,<br> + Two gentles of one trade,<br> + Two tinkers,<br> + Very gladly would pull down<br> + Mother Church and Father Crown,<br> + And would starve or would drown<br> + Right thinkers.<br> +<br> + “Honest man! honest man!<br> + Fill the can, fill the can,<br> +They are coming! they are coming! they are coming!<br> + If any drop be left,<br> + It might tempt ’em to a theft -<br> +Zooks! it was only the ale that was humming.”<br> +<br> +<br> +“In the first stave, gramercy! there is an awful verity,” +quoth Sir Thomas; “but I wonder that a dean should let his skewer +slip out, and his fat catch fire so wofully, in the second. Light +stuff, Silas, fit only for ale-houses.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas was nettled in the nose, and answered, -<br> +<br> +“Let me see the man in Warwickshire, and in all the counties round, +who can run at such a rate with so light a feather in the palm of his +hand. I am no poet, thank God! but I know what folks can do, and +what folks cannot do.”<br> +<br> +“Well, Silas,” replied Sir Thomas, “after thy thanksgiving +for being no poet, let us have the rest of the piece.”<br> +<br> +“The rest!” quoth Master Silas. “When the ale +hath done with its humming, it is time, methinks, to dismiss it. +Sir, there never was any more; you might as well ask for more after +Amen or the see of Canterbury.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas was dissatisfied, and turned off the discourse; and peradventure +he grew more inclined to be gracious unto Willy from the slight rub +his chaplain had given him, were it only for the contrariety. +When he had collected his thoughts he was determined to assert his supremacy +on the score of poetry.<br> +<br> +“Deans, I perceive, like other quality,” said he, “cannot +run on long together. My friend, Sir Everard Starkeye, could never +overleap four bars. I remember but one composition of his, on +a young lady who mocked at his inconsistency, in calling her sometimes +his Grace and at other times his Muse.<br> +<br> +<br> +‘My Grace shall Fanny Carew be,<br> + While here she deigns to stay;<br> +And (ah, how sad the change for me!)<br> + My Muse when far away!’<br> +<br> +<br> +And when we laughed at him for turning his back upon her after the fourth +verse, all he could say for himself was, that he would rather a game +at <i>all fours </i>with Fanny, than <i>ombre </i>and <i>picquet </i>with +the finest furbelows in Christendom. Men of condition do usually +want a belt in the course.”<br> +<br> +Whereunto said Master Silas, -<br> +<br> +“Men out of condition are quite as liable to lack it, methinks.”<br> +<br> +“Silas! Silas!” replied the knight, impatiently, “prithee +keep to thy divinity, thy strong hold upon Zion; thence none that faces +thee can draw thee without being bitten to the bone. Leave poetry +to me.”<br> +<br> +“With all my heart,” quoth Master Silas, “I will never +ask a belt from her, until I see she can afford to give a shirt. +She has promised a belt, indeed, - not one, however, that doth much +improve the wind, - to this lad here, and will keep her word; but she +was forced to borrow the pattern from a Carthusian friar, and somehow +it slips above the shoulder.”<br> +<br> +“I am by no means sure of that,” quoth Sir Thomas. +“He shall have fair play. He carrieth in his mind many valuable +things, whereof it hath pleased Providence to ordain him the depository. +He hath laid before us certain sprigs of poetry from Oxford, trim as +pennyroyal, and larger leaves of household divinity, the most mildly-savoured, +- pleasant in health and wholesome in sickness.”<br> +<br> +“I relish not such mutton-broth divinity,” said Master Silas. +“It makes me sick in order to settle my stomach.”<br> +<br> +“We may improve it,” said the knight, “but first let +us hear more.”<br> +<br> +Then did William Shakspeare resume Dr. Glaston’s discourse.<br> +<br> +“‘Ethelbert! I think thou walkest but little; otherwise +I should take thee with me, some fine fresh morning, as far as unto +the first hamlet on the Cherwell. There lies young Wellerby, who, +the year before, was wont to pass many hours of the day poetising amid +the ruins of Godstow nunnery. It is said that he bore a fondness +toward a young maiden in that place, formerly a village, now containing +but two old farm-houses. In my memory there were still extant +several dormitories. Some love-sick girl had recollected an ancient +name, and had engraven on a stone with a garden-nail, which lay in rust +near it, -<br> +<br> +<br> +“POORE ROSAMUND.”<br> +<br> +<br> +I entered these precincts, and beheld a youth of manly form and countenance, +washing and wiping a stone with a handful of wet grass; and on my going +up to him, and asking what he had found, he shewed it to me. The +next time I saw him was near the banks of the Cherwell. He had +tried, it appears, to forget or overcome his foolish passion, and had +applied his whole mind unto study. He was foiled by his competitor; +and now he sought consolation in poetry. Whether this opened the +wounds that had closed in his youthful breast, and malignant Love, in +his revenge, poisoned it; or whether the disappointment he had experienced +in finding others preferred to him, first in the paths of fortune, then +in those of the muses, - he was thought to have died broken-hearted.<br> +<br> +“‘About half a mile from St. John’s College is the +termination of a natural terrace, with the Cherwell close under it, +in some places bright with yellow and red flowers glancing and glowing +through the stream, and suddenly in others dark with the shadows of +many different trees, in broad, overbending thickets, and with rushes +spear-high, and party-coloured flags.<br> +<br> +“‘After a walk in Midsummer, the emersion of our hands into +the cool and closing grass is surely not the least among our animal +delights. I was just seated, and the first sensation of rest vibrated +in me gently, as though it were music to the limbs, when I discovered +by a hollow in the herbage that another was near. The long meadow-sweet +and blooming burnet half concealed from me him whom the earth was about +to hide totally and for ever.<br> +<br> +“‘Master Batchelor,’ said I, ‘it is ill-sleeping +by the water-side.’<br> +<br> +“‘No answer was returned. I arose, went to the place, +and recognised poor Wellerby. His brow was moist, his cheek was +warm. A few moments earlier, and that dismal lake whereunto and +wherefrom the waters of life, the buoyant blood, ran no longer, might +have received one vivifying ray reflected from my poor casement. +I might not indeed have comforted - I have often failed; but there is +one who never has; and the strengthener of the bruised reed should have +been with us.<br> +<br> +“‘Remembering that his mother did abide one mile further +on, I walked forward to the mansion, and asked her what tidings she +lately had received of her son. She replied that, having given +up his mind to light studies, the fellows of the college would not elect +him. The master had warned him beforehand to abandon his selfish +poetry, take up manfully the quarterstaff of logic, and wield it for +St. John’s, come who would into the ring. “‘We +want our man,’” said he to me, “‘and your son +hath failed us in the hour of need. Madam, he hath been foully +beaten in the schools by one he might have swallowed, with due exercise.’”<br> +<br> +“‘“I rated him, told him I was poor, and he knew it. +He was stung, and threw himself upon my neck, and wept. Twelve +days have passed since, and only three rainy ones. I hear he has +been seen upon the knoll yonder; but hither he hath not come. +I trust he knows at last the value of time, and I shall be heartily +glad to see him after this accession of knowledge. Twelve days, +it is true, are rather a chink than a gap in time; yet, O gentle sir, +they are that chink which makes the vase quite valueless. There +are light words which may never be shaken off the mind they fall on. +My child, who was hurt by me, will not let me see the marks.”<br> +<br> +“‘“Lady,” said I, “none are left upon +him. Be comforted! thou shalt see him this hour. All that +thy God hath not taken is yet thine.” She looked at me earnestly, +and would have then asked something, but her voice failed her. +There was no agony, no motion, save in the lips and cheeks. Being +the widow of one who fought under Hawkins, she remembered his courage +and sustained the shock, saying calmly, “God’s will be done! +I pray that he find me as worthy as he findeth me willing to join them.”<br> +<br> +“‘Now, in her unearthly thoughts she had led her only son +to the bosom of her husband; and in her spirit (which often is permitted +to pass the gates of death with holy love) she left them both with their +Creator.<br> +<br> +“‘The curate of the village sent those who should bring +home the body; and some days afterward he came unto me, beseeching me +to write the epitaph. Being no friend to stonecutters’ charges, +I entered not into biography, but wrote these few words:-<br> +<br> +<br> +JOANNES WELLERBY,<br> +LITERARUM QUÆSIVIT GLORIAM,<br> +VIDET DEI.’”<br> +<br> +<br> +“Poor tack! poor tack!” sourly quoth Master Silas. +“If your wise doctor could say nothing more about the fool, who +died like a rotten sheep among the darnels, his Latin might have held +out for the father, and might have told people he was as cool as a cucumber +at home, and as hot as pepper in battle. Could he not find room +enough on the whinstone, to tell the folks of the village how he played +the devil among the dons, burning their fingers when they would put +thumbscrews upon us, punching them in the weasand as a blacksmith punches +a horse-shoe, and throwing them overboard like bilgewater?<br> +<br> +“Has Oxford lost all her Latin? Here is no <i>capitani filius</i>;<i> +</i>no more mention of family than a Welchman would have allowed him; +no <i>hîc jacet</i>;<i> </i>and, worse than all, the devil a tittle +of <i>spe redemptionis</i>,<i> </i>or <i>anno Domini</i>.”<br> +<br> +“Willy!” quoth Sir Thomas, “I shrewdly do suspect +there was more, and that thou hast forgotten it.”<br> +<br> +“Sir!” answered Willy, “I wrote not down the words, +fearing to mis-spell them, and begged them of the doctor, when I took +my leave of him on the morrow; and verily he wrote down all he had repeated. +I keep them always in the tin-box in my waistcoat-pocket, among the +eel-hooks, on a scrap of paper a finger’s length and breadth, +folded in the middle to fit. And when the eels are running, I +often take it out and read it before I am aware. I could as soon +forget my own epitaph as this.”<br> +<br> +“Simpleton!” said Sir Thomas, with his gentle, compassionate +smile; “but thou hast cleared thyself.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I think the doctor gave one idle chap as much solid pudding as +he could digest, with a slice to spare for another.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“And yet after this pudding the doctor gave him a spoonful of +custard, flavoured with a little bitter, which was mostly left at the +bottom for the other idle chap.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas not only did endure this very goodnaturedly, but deigned +even to take in good part the smile upon my countenance, as though he +were a smile collector, and as though his estate were so humble that +he could hold his laced bonnet (in all his bravery) for bear and fiddle.<br> +<br> +He then said unto Willy,<br> +<br> +“Place likewise this custard before us.”<br> +<br> +“There is but little of it; the platter is shallow,” replied +he; “’t was suited to Master Ethelbert’s appetite. +The contents were these:<br> +<br> +“‘The things whereon thy whole soul brooded in its innermost +recesses, and with all its warmth and energy, will pass unprized and +unregarded, not only throughout thy lifetime but long after. For +the higher beauties of poetry are beyond the capacity, beyond the vision +of almost all. Once perhaps in half a century a single star is +discovered, then named and registered, then mentioned by five studious +men to five more; at last some twenty say, or repeat in writing, what +they have heard about it. Other stars await other discoveries. +Few and solitary and wide asunder are those who calculate their relative +distances, their mysterious influences, their glorious magnitude, and +their stupendous height. ’T is so, believe me, and ever +was so, with the truest and best poetry. Homer, they say, was +blind; he might have been ere he died, - that he sat among the blind, +we are sure.<br> +<br> +“‘Happy they who, like this young lad from Stratford, write +poetry on the saddle-bow when their geldings are jaded, and keep the +desk for better purposes.’<br> +<br> +“The young gentlemen, like the elderly, all turned their faces +toward me, to my confusion, so much did I remark of sneer and scoff +at my cost. Master Ethelbert was the only one who spared me. +He smiled and said, -<br> +<br> +“‘Be patient! From the higher heavens of poetry, it +is long before the radiance of the brightest star can reach the world +below. We hear that one man finds out one beauty, another man +finds out another, placing his observatory and instruments on the poet’s +grave. The worms must have eaten us before it is rightly known +what we are. It is only when we are skeletons that we are boxed +and ticketed, and prized and shewn. Be it so! I shall not +be tired of waiting.’”<br> +<br> +“Reasonable youth!” said Sir Thomas; “yet both he +and Glaston walk rather <i>a-straddle</i>,<i> </i>methinks. They +might have stepped up to thee more straightforwardly, and told thee +the trade ill suiteth thee, having little fire, little fantasy, and +little learning. Furthermore, that one poet, as one bull, sufficeth +for two parishes, and that where they are stuck too close together they +are apt to fire, like haystacks. I have known it myself; I have +had my malignants and scoffers.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I never could have thought it!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“There again! Another proof of thy inexperience.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Mat Atterend! Mat Atterend! where wert thou sleeping?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I shall now from my own stores impart unto thee what will avail +to tame thee, shewing the utter hopelessness of standing on that golden +weathercock which supporteth but one at a time.<br> +<br> +“The passion for poetry wherewith Monsieur Dubois would have inspired +me, as he was bound to do, being paid beforehand, had cold water thrown +upon it by that unlucky one, Sir Everard. He ridiculed the idea +of male and female rhymes, and the necessity of trying them as rigidly +by the eye as by the ear, - saying to Monsieur Dubois that the palate, +in which the French excel all mortals, ought also to be consulted in +their acceptance or rejection. Monsieur Dubois told us that if +we did not wish to be taught French verse, he would teach us English. +Sir Everard preferred the Greek; but Monsieur Dubois would not engage +to teach the mysteries of that poetry in fewer than thirty lessons, +- having (since his misfortunes) forgotten the letters and some other +necessaries.<br> +<br> +“The first poem I ever wrote was in the character of a shepherd, +to Mistress Anne Nanfan, daughter of Squire Fulke Nanfan, of Worcestershire, +at that time on a visit to the worshipful family of Compton at Long +Compton.<br> +<br> +“We were young creatures, - I but twenty-four and seven months +(for it was written on the 14th of May), and she well-nigh upon a twelve-month +younger. My own verses, the first, are neither here nor there; +indeed, they were imbedded in solid prose, like lampreys and ram’s-horns +<a name="citation181a"></a><a href="#footnote181a">{181a}</a> in our +limestone, and would be hard to get out whole. What they are may +be seen by her answer, all in verse:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“‘Faithful shepherd! dearest Tommy!<br> +I have received the letter from ye,<br> + And mightily delight therein.<br> +But mother, <i>she </i>says, “Nanny! Nanny!<br> +<i>How</i>,<i> being staid and prudent</i>,<i> can ye<br> + Think of a man and not of sin</i>?”<br> +<br> +“Sir shepherd! I held down my head,<br> +And “<i>Mother! fie, for shame</i>!” I said;<br> + All I could say would not content her;<br> +Mother she would for ever harp on’t,<br> +“<i>A man’s no better than a sarpent,<br> + And not a crumb more innocenter</i>.”’<br> +<br> +<br> +“I know not how it happeneth; but a poet doth open before a poet, +albeit of baser sort. It is not that I hold my poetry to be better +than some other in time past, it is because I would shew thee that I +was virtuous and wooed virtuously, that I repeat it. Furthermore, +I wished to leave a deep impression on the mother’s mind that +she was exceedingly wrong in doubting my innocence.<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Gracious Heaven! and was this too doubted?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Maybe not; but the whole race of men, the whole male sex, wanted +and found in me a protector. I shewed her what I was ready to +do.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“Perhaps, sir, it was for that very thing that she put the daughter +back and herself forward.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I say not so; but thou mayest know as much as befitteth, by what +follows:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“‘Worshipful lady! honoured madam!<br> +I at this present truly glad am<br> + To have so fair an opportunity<br> +Of saying I would be the man<br> +To bind in wedlock Mistress Anne,<br> + Living with her in holy unity.<br> +<br> +“‘And for a jointure I will gi’e her<br> +A good two hundred pounds a year<br> + Accruing from my landed rents,<br> +Whereof see t’other paper, telling<br> +Lands, copses, and grown woods for felling,<br> + Capons, and cottage tenements.<br> +<br> +“‘And who must come at sound of horn,<br> +And who pays but a barley-corn,<br> + And who is bound to keep a whelp,<br> +And what is brought me for the pound,<br> +And copyholders, which are sound,<br> + And which do need the leech’s help.<br> +<br> +“‘And you may see in these two pages<br> +Exact their illnesses and ages,<br> + Enough (God willing) to content ye;<br> +Who looks full red, who looks full yellow,<br> +Who plies the mullen, who the mallow,<br> + Who fails at fifty, who at twenty.<br> +<br> +“‘Jim Yates must go; he’s one day very hot,<br> +And one day ice; I take a heriot;<br> + And poorly, poorly’s Jacob Burgess.<br> +The doctor tells me he has pour’d<br> +Into his stomach half his hoard<br> + Of anthelminticals and purges.<br> +<br> +“‘Judith, the wife of Ebenezer<br> +Fillpots, won’t have him long to tease her;<br> + Fillpots blows hot and cold like Jim,<br> +And, sleepless lest the boys should plunder<br> +His orchard, he must soon knock under;<br> + Death has been looking out for him.<br> +<br> +“‘He blusters; but his good yard land<br> +Under the church, his ale-house, and<br> + His Bible, which he cut in spite,<br> +Must all fall in; he stamps and swears<br> +And sets his neighbours by the ears -<br> + Fillpots, thy saddle sits not tight!'<br> +<br> +<br> +“The epitaph is ready:-<br> +<br> +<br> + <i>‘Here<br> +Lies one whom all his friends did fear<br> + More than they ever feared the Lord;<br> +In peace he was at times a Christian;<br> +In strife, what stubborner Philistine!<br> + Sing, sing his psalm with one accord.<br> +<br> +<br> +</i>“‘And he who lent my lord his wife<br> +Has but a very ticklish life;<br> + Although she won him many a hundred,<br> +’T won’t do; none comes with briefs and wills,<br> +And all her gainings are gilt pills<br> + From the sick madman that she plundered.<br> +<br> +“‘And the brave lad who sent the bluff<br> +Olive-faced Frenchman (sure enough)<br> + Screaming and scouring like a plover,<br> +Must follow - him I mean who dash’d<br> +Into the water and then thrash’d<br> + The cullion past the town of Dover.<br> +<br> +“‘But first there goes the blear old dame<br> +Who nurs’d me; you have heard her name,<br> + No doubt, at Compton, Sarah Salways;<br> +There are twelve groats at once, beside<br> +The frying-pan in which she fried<br> + Her pancakes.<br> + Madam, I am always, etc.,<br> + Sir THOMAS LUCY, +Knight.’<br> +<br> +<br> +“I did believe that such a clear and conscientious exposure of +my affairs would have brought me a like return. My letter was +sent back to me with small courtesy. It may be there was no paper +in the house, or none equalling mine in whiteness. No notice was +taken of the rent-roll; but between the second and third stanza these +four lines were written, in a very fine hand:-<br> +<br> +<br> +“‘Most honour’d knight, Sir Thomas! two<br> +For merry Nan will never do;<br> +Now under favour let me say ’t,<br> +She will bring more herself than that.’<br> +<br> +<br> +I have reason to believe that the worthy lady did neither write nor +countenance the same, perhaps did not ever know of them. She always +had at her elbow one who jogged it when he listed, and although he could +not overrule the daughter, he took especial care that none other should +remove her from his tutelage, even when she had fairly grown up to woman’s +estate.<br> +<br> +“Now, after all this condescension and confidence, promise me, +good lad, promise that thou wilt not edge and elbow me. Never +let it be said, when people say, <i>Sir Thomas was a poet when he will +edit, -</i> <i>So is Bill Shakspeare</i>! It beseemeth not that +our names do go together cheek by jowl in this familiar fashion, like +an old beagle and a whelp, in couples, where if the one would, the other +would not.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“Sir, while these thoughts are passing in your mind, remember +there is another pair of couples out of which it would be as well to +keep the cur’s neck.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Young man! dost thou understand Master Silas?”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“But too well. Not those couples in which it might be apprehended +that your worship and my unworthiness should appear too close together; +but those sorrowfuller which peradventure might unite Master Silas and +me in our road to Warwick and upwards. But I resign all right +and title unto these as willingly as I did unto the other, and am as +ready to let him go alone.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“If we keep wheeling and wheeling, like a flock of pigeons, and +rising again when we are within a foot of the ground, we shall never +fill the craw.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Do thou then question him, Silas.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“I am none of the quorum; the business is none of mine.”<br> +<br> +Then Sir Thomas took Master Silas again into the bay window, and said +softly, -<br> +<br> +“Silas, he hath no inkling of thy meaning. The business +is a ticklish one. I like not overmuch to meddle and make therein.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas stood dissatisfied awhile, and then answered, -<br> +<br> +“The girl’s mother, sir, was housemaid and sempstress in +your own family, time back, and you thereby have a right over her unto +the third and fourth generation.”<br> +<br> +“I may have, Silas,” said his worship, “but it was +no longer than four or five years agone that folks were fain to speak +maliciously of me for only finding my horse in her hovel.”<br> +<br> +Sir Silas looked red and shiny as a ripe strawberry on a Snitterfield +tile, and answered somewhat peevishly, -<br> +<br> +“The same folks, I misgive me, may find the rogue’s there +any night in the week.”<br> +<br> +Whereunto replied Sir Thomas, mortifiedly,<br> +<br> +“I cannot think it, Silas! I cannot think it.”<br> +<br> +And after some hesitation and disquiet, -<br> +<br> +“Nay, I am resolved I will not think it; no man, friend or enemy, +shall push it into me.”<br> +<br> +“Worshipful sir,” answered Master Silas, “I am as +resolute as any one in what I would think and what I would not think, +and never was known to fight dunghill in either cockpit.<br> +<br> +“Were he only out of the way, she might do duty, but what doth +she now?<br> +<br> +“She points his young beard for him; persuading him it grows thicker +and thicker, blacker and blacker; she washes his ruff, stiffens it, +plaits it, tries it upon his neck, removes the hair from under it, pinches +it with thumb and fore-finger, pretending that he hath moiled it, puts +her hand all the way round it, <i>setting it to rights, </i>as she calleth +it -<br> +<br> +“Ah, Sir Thomas! a louder whistle than that will never call her +back again when she is off with him.”<br> +<br> +Sir Thomas was angered, and cried tartly, -<br> +<br> +“Who whistled? I would know.”<br> +<br> +Master Silas said submissively, -<br> +<br> +“Your honour, as wrongfully I fancied.”<br> +<br> +“Wrongfully, indeed, and to my no small disparagement and discomfort,” +said the knight, verily believing that he had not whistled; for deep +and dubious were his cogitations.<br> +<br> +“I protest,” went he on to say, “I protest it was +the wind of the casement; and if I live another year I will put a better +in the place of it. Whistle indeed - for what? I care no +more about her than about an unfledged cygnet, - a child, <a name="citation189a"></a><a href="#footnote189a">{189a}</a> +a chicken, a mere kitten, a crab-blossom in the hedge.”<br> +<br> +The dignity of his worship was wounded by Master Silas unaware, and +his wrath again turned suddenly upon poor William.<br> +<br> +“Hark-ye, knave! hark-ye again, ill-looking stripling, lanky from +vicious courses! I will reclaim thee from them; I will do what +thy own father would, and cannot. Thou shalt follow his business.”<br> +<br> +“I cannot do better, may it please your worship!” said the +lad.<br> +<br> +“It shall lead thee unto wealth and respectability,” said +the knight, somewhat appeased by his ready compliancy and low, gentle +voice. “Yea, but not here, - no witches, no wantons (this word +fell gravely and at full-length upon the ear), no spells hereabout.<br> +<br> +“Gloucestershire is within a measured mile of thy dwelling. +There is one at Bristol, formerly a parish-boy, or little better, who +now writeth himself <i>gentleman </i>in large, round letters, and hath +been elected, I hear, to serve as burgess in parliament for his native +city; just as though he had eaten a capon or turkey-poult in his youth, +and had actually been at grammar school and college. When he began, +he had not credit for a goat-skin; and now, behold ye! this very coat +upon my back did cost me eight shillings the dearer for him, he bought +up wool so largely.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“May it please your worship! if my father so ordereth, I go cheerfully.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Thou art grown discreet and dutiful. I am fain to command +thy release, taking thy promise on oath, and some reasonable security, +that thou wilt abstain and withhold in future from that idle and silly +slut, that sly and scoffing giggler, Hannah Hathaway, with whom, to +the heartache of thy poor, worthy father, thou wantonly keepest company.”<br> +<br> +Then did Sir Thomas ask Master Silas Gough for the Book of Life, bidding +him deliver it into the right hand of Billy, with an eye upon him that +he touch it with both lips, - it being taught by the Jesuits, and caught +too greedily out of their society and communion, that whoso toucheth +it with one lip only, and thereafter sweareth falsely, cannot be called +a perjurer, since perjury is breaking an oath. But breaking half +an oath, as he doth who toucheth the Bible or crucifix with one lip +only, is no more perjury than breaking an eggshell is breaking an egg, +the shell being a part, and the egg being an integral.<br> +<br> +William did take the Holy Book with all due reverence the instant it +was offered to his hand. His stature seemed to rise therefrom +as from a pulpit, and Sir Thomas was quite edified.<br> +<br> +“Obedient and conducible youth!” said he. “See +there, Master Silas! what hast thou now to say against him? Who +sees farthest?”<br> +<br> +“The man from the gallows is the most likely, bating his nightcap +and blinker,” said Master Silas, peevishly. “He hath +not outwitted me yet.”<br> +<br> +“He seized upon the Anchor of Faith like a martyr,” said +Sir Thomas, “and even now his face burns red as elder-wine before +the gossips.”<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.<br> +<br> +“I await the further orders of your worship from the chair.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“I return and seat myself.”<br> +<br> +And then did Sir Thomas say with great complacency and satisfaction +in the ear of Master Silas, -<br> +<br> +“What civility, and deference, and sedateness of mind, Silas!”<br> +<br> +But Master Silas answered not.<br> +<br> +WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE<br> +<br> +“Must I swear, sirs?”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Yea, swear; be of good courage. I protest to thee by my +honour and knighthood, no ill shall come unto thee therefrom. +Thou shalt not be circumvented in thy simpleness and inexperience.”<br> +<br> +Willy, having taken the Book of Life, did kiss it piously, and did press +it unto his breast, saying,<br> +<br> +“Tenderest love is the growth of my heart, as the grass is of +Alvescote mead.<br> +<br> +“May I lose my life or my friends, or my memory, or my reason; +may I be viler in my own eyes than those men are - ”<br> +<br> +Here he was interrupted, most lovingly, by Sir Thomas, who said unto +him, -<br> +<br> +“Nay, nay, nay! poor youth! do not tell me so! they are not such +very bad men, since thou appealest unto Cæsar, - that is, unto +the judgment-seat.”<br> +<br> +Now his worship did mean the two witnesses, Joseph and Euseby; and, +sooth to say there be many worse. But William had them not in +his eye; his thoughts were elsewhere, as will be evident, for he went +on thus:-<br> +<br> +“ - if ever I forget or desert thee, or ever cease to worship +<a name="citation193a"></a><a href="#footnote193a">{193a}</a> and cherish +thee, my Hannah!”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“The madman! the audacious, desperate, outrageous villain! +Look-ye, sir! where he flung the Holy Gospel! Behold it on the +holly and box boughs in the chimney-place, spreaden all abroad, like +a lad about to be whipped!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Miscreant knave! I will send after him forthwith!<br> +<br> +“Ho, there! is the caitiff at hand, or running off?”<br> +<br> +Jonas Greenfield the butler did budge forward after a while, and say, +on being questioned, -<br> +<br> +“Surely, that was he! Was his nag tied to the iron gate +at the lodge, Master Silas?”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“What should I know about a thief’s nag, Jonas Greenfield?”<br> +<br> +“And didst thou let him go, Jonas, - even thou?” said Sir +Thomas. “What! are none found faithful?”<br> +<br> +“Lord love your worship,” said Jonas Greenfield; “a +man of threescore and two may miss catching a kite upon wing. +Fleetness doth not make folks the faithfuller, or that youth yonder +beats us all in faithfulness.<br> +<br> +“Look! he darts on like a greyhound whelp after a leveret. +He, sure enough, it was! I now remember the sorrel mare his father +bought of John Kinderley last Lammas, swift as he threaded the trees +along the park. He must have reached Wellesbourne ere now at that +gallop, and pretty nigh Walton-hill.”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“Merciful Christ! grant the country be rid of him for ever! +What dishonour upon his friends and native town! A reputable wool-stapler’s +son turned gipsy and poet for life.”<br> +<br> +SIR SILAS.<br> +<br> +“A Beelzebub; he spake as bigly and fiercely as a soaken yeoman +at an election feast, - this obedient and conducible youth!”<br> +<br> +SIR THOMAS.<br> +<br> +“It was so written. Hold thy peace, Silas!”<br> +<br> +LAUS DEO.<br> +E. B.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +POST-SCRIPTUM<br> +BY ME, EPHRAIM BARNETT.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +Twelve days are over and gone since William Shakspeare did leave our +parts. And the spinster, Hannah Hathaway, is in sad doleful plight +about him; forasmuch as Master Silas Cough went yesterday unto her, +in her mother’s house at Shottery, and did desire both her and +her mother to take heed and be admonished, that if ever she, Hannah, +threw away one thought after the runagate William Shakspeare, he should +swing.<br> +<br> +The girl could do nothing but weep; while as the mother did give her +solemn promise that her daughter should never more think about him all +her natural life, reckoning from the moment of this her promise.<br> +<br> +And the maiden, now growing more reasonable, did promise the same. +But Master Silas said,<br> +<br> +“<i>I doubt you will, though</i>.”<br> +<br> +“<i>No</i>,” said the mother, “<i>I answer for her +she shall not think of him, even if she see his ghost</i>.”<br> +<br> +Hannah screamed, and swooned, the better to forget him. And Master +Silas went home easier and contenteder. For now all the worst +of his hard duty was accomplished, - he having been, on the Wednesday +of last week, at the speech of Master John Shakspeare, Will’s +father, to inquire whether the sorrel mare was his. To which question +the said Master John Shakspeare did answer, “<i>Yea</i>.”<br> +<br> +“<i>Enough said</i>!” rejoined Master Silas.<br> +<br> +“<i>Horse-stealing is capital. We shall bind thee over to +appear against the culprit, as prosecutor, at the next assizes</i>.”<br> +<br> +May the Lord in his mercy give the lad a good deliverance, if so be +it be no sin to wish it!<br> +<br> +<i>October</i> 1, A. D. 1582.<br> +<br> +LAUS DEO.<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +Footnotes:<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote8a"></a><a href="#citation8a">{8a}</a> Quicken, +bring to life.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote8b"></a><a href="#citation8b">{8b}</a> Debtors +were often let out of prison at the coronation of a new king; but creditors +never paid by him.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote21a"></a><a href="#citation21a">{21a}</a> The +word here omitted is quite illegible. It appears to have some +reference to the language of the Highlanders. That it was rough +and outlandish is apparent from the reprimand of Sir Thomas.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote29a"></a><a href="#citation29a">{29a}</a> By +this deposition it would appear that Shakspeare had formed the idea, +if not the outline, of several plays already, much as he altered them, +no doubt, in after life.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote38a"></a><a href="#citation38a">{38a}</a> The +greater part of the value of the present work arises from the certain +information it affords us on the price of small needles in the reign +of Elizabeth. Fine needles in her days were made only at Liege, +and some few cities in the Netherlands, and may be reckoned among those +things which were much dearer than they are now.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote39b"></a><a href="#citation39b">{39b}</a> Mr. +Tooke had not yet published his <i>Pantheon.<br> +<br> +</i><a name="footnote44a"></a><a href="#citation44a">{44a}</a> +This was really the case within our memory.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote45a"></a><a href="#citation45a">{45a}</a> It +was formerly thought, and perhaps is thought still, that the hand of +a man recently hanged, being rubbed on the tumour of the king’s +evil, was able to cure it. The crown and the gallows divided the +glory of the sovereign remedy.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote46a"></a><a href="#citation46a">{46a}</a> And +yet he never did sail any farther than into Bohemia.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote50a"></a><a href="#citation50a">{50a}</a> <i>Smock</i>,<i> +</i>formerly a part of the female dress, corresponding with <i>shroud</i>,<i> +</i>or what we now call (or lately called) <i>shirt </i>of the man’s. +Fox, speaking of Latimer’s burning, says, “Being slipped +into his <i>shroud</i>.”<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote50b"></a><a href="#citation50b">{50b}</a> Faith +nailing the ears is a strong and sacred metaphor. The rhyme is +imperfect, - Shakspeare was not always attentive to these minor beauties.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote53a"></a><a href="#citation53a">{53a}</a> Shakspeare +seems to have profited afterward by this metaphor, even more perhaps +than by all the direct pieces of instruction in poetry given him so +handsomely by the worthy knight. And here it may be permitted +the editor to profit also by the manuscript, correcting in Shakspeare +what is absolute nonsense as now printed:-<br> +<br> +“<i>Vaulting </i>ambition that o’erleaps <i>itself</i>.”<br> +<br> +It should be its <i>sell. Sell </i>is <i>saddle </i>in Spenser +and elsewhere, from the Latin and Italian.<br> +<br> +This emendation was shewn to the late Mr. Hazlitt, an acute man at least, +who expressed his conviction that it was the right reading, and added +somewhat more in approbation of it.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote55a"></a><a href="#citation55a">{55a}</a> It +has been suggested that this answer was borrowed from Virgil, and goes +strongly against the genuineness of the manuscript. The Editor’s +memory was upon the stretch to recollect the words; the learned critic +supplied them:-<br> +<br> +“Solum Æneas vocat: <i>et vocet</i>,<i> </i>oro.”<br> +<br> +The Editor could only reply, indeed weakly, that <i>calling </i>and +<i>waiting </i>are not exactly the same, unless when tradesmen rap and +gentlemen are leaving town.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote66a"></a><a href="#citation66a">{66a}</a> Here +the manuscript is blotted; but the probability is that it was <i>fishmonger</i>,<i> +</i>rather than <i>ironmonger</i>,<i> </i>fishmongers having always +been notorious cheats and liars.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote70a"></a><a href="#citation70a">{70a}</a> <i>On +the nail </i>appears to be intended to express <i>ready payment.<br> +<br> +</i><a name="footnote72a"></a><a href="#citation72a">{72a}</a> +The Cordilleras are mountains, we know, running through South America. +Perhaps a pun was intended; or possibly it might, in the age of Elizabeth, +have been a vulgar term for <i>hanging</i>,<i> </i>although we find +no trace of the expression in other books. We have no clue to +guide us here. It might be suggested that Shakspeare, who shines +little in geographical knowledge, fancied the Cordilleras to extend +into North America, had convicts in his time been transported to those +colonies. Certainly, many adventurers and desperate men went thither.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote89a"></a><a href="#citation89a">{89a}</a> In +that age there was prevalent a sort of cholera, on which Fracastorius, +half a century before, wrote a Latin poem, employing the graceful nymphs +of Homer and Hesiod, somewhat disguised, in the drudgery of pounding +certain barks and minerals. An article in the Impeachment of Cardinal +Wolsey accuses him of breathing in the king’s face, knowing that +he was affected with this cholera. It was a great assistant to +the Reformation, by removing some of the most vigorous champions that +opposed it. In the Holy College it was followed by the <i>sweating +sickness</i>,<i> </i>which thinned it very sorely; and several even +of God’s vicegerents were laid under tribulation by it. +Among the chambers of the Vatican it hung for ages, and it crowned the +labours of Pope Leo XII., of blessed memory, with a crown somewhat uneasy.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote105a"></a><a href="#citation105a">{105a}</a> +Sir Thomas seems to have been jealous of these two towers, certainly +the finest in England. If Warwick Castle could borrow the windows +from Kenilworth, it would be complete. The knight is not very +courteous on its hospitality. He may, perhaps, have experienced +it, as Garrick and Quin did under the present occupant’s grandfather, +on whom the title of Earl of Warwick was conferred for the eminent services +he had rendered to his country as one of the lords of the bedchamber +to his Majesty George the Second. The verses of Garrick on his +invitation and visit are remembered by many. Quin’s are +less known.<br> +<br> +He shewed us Guy’s pot, but the soup he forgot;<br> + Not a meal did his lordship allow,<br> +Unless we gnaw’d o’er the blade-bone of the boar,<br> + Or the rib of the famous <i>Dun Cow.<br> +<br> +</i>When Nevile the great Earl of Warwick lived here,<br> + Three oxen for breakfast were slain,<br> +And strangers invited to sports and good cheer,<br> + And invited again and again.<br> +<br> +This earl is in purse or in spirit so low,<br> + That he with no oxen will feed ’em;<br> +And all of the former great doings we know<br> + Is, he gives us a book and we read ’em.<br> +<br> +GARRICK.<br> +<br> +<i>Stale </i>peers are but tough morsels, and ’t were well<br> + If we had found the <i>fresh </i>more eatable;<br> +Garrick! I do not say ’t were well for <i>him</i>,<br> + For we had pluck’d the plover limb from limb.<br> +<br> +QUIN.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote106a"></a><a href="#citation106a">{106a}</a> +Another untoward blot! but leaving no doubt of the word. The only +doubt is whether he meant the <i>muzzle </i>of the animal itself, or +one of those leathern muzzles which are often employed to coerce the +violence of ferocious animals. In besieged cities men have been +reduced to such extremities. But the <i>muzzle</i>,<i> </i>in +this place, we suspect, would more properly be called the <i>blinker</i>,<i> +</i>which is often put upon bulls in pastures when they are vicious.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote108a"></a><a href="#citation108a">{108a}</a> +This would countenance the opinion of those who are inclined to believe +that Shakspeare was a Roman Catholic. His hatred and contempt +of priests, which are demonstrated wherever he has introduced them, +may have originated from the unfairness of Silas Gough. Nothing +of that kind, we may believe, had occurred to him from friars and monks, +whom he treats respectfully and kindly, perhaps in return for some such +services to himself as Friar Lawrence had bestowed on Romeo, - or rather +less; for Shakspeare was grateful. The words quoted by him from +some sermon, now lost, prove him no friend to the filchings and swindling +of popery.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote111a"></a><a href="#citation111a">{111a}</a> +It is a pity that the old divines should have indulged, as they often +did, in such images as this. Some readers in search of argumentative +subtility, some in search of sound Christianity, some in search of pure +English undefiled, have gone through with them; and their labours (however +heavy) have been well repaid.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote124a"></a><a href="#citation124a">{124a}</a> +<i>Tilley valley </i>was the favourite adjuration of James the Second. +It appears in the comedies of Shakspeare.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote133a"></a><a href="#citation133a">{133a}</a> +<i>Whoreson</i>,<i> </i>if we may hazard a conjecture, means the son +of a woman of ill-repute. In this we are borne out by the context. +It appears to have escaped the commentators on Shakspeare.<br> +<br> +<i>Whoreson</i>,<i> </i>a word of frequent occurrence in the comedies; +more rarely found in the tragedies. Although now obsolete, the +expression proves that there were (or were believed to be) such persons +formerly.<br> +<br> +The Editor is indebted to two learned friends for these two remarks, +which appear no less just than ingenious.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote153a"></a><a href="#citation153a">{153a}</a> +<i>Belly-ache</i>,<i> </i>a disorder once not uncommon in England. +Even the name is now almost forgotten; yet the elder of us may remember +at least the report of it, and some, perhaps, even the complaint itself, +in our school-days. It usually broke out about the cherry season; +and in some cases made its appearance again at the first nutting.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote157a"></a><a href="#citation157a">{157a}</a> +Sir Thomas borrowed this expression from Spenser, who thus calls Queen +Elizabeth.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote159a"></a><a href="#citation159a">{159a}</a> +Humboldt notices this.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote164a"></a><a href="#citation164a">{164a}</a> +<i>Pragmatical </i>here means only <i>precise.<br> +<br> +</i><a name="footnote181a"></a><a href="#citation181a">{181a}</a> +It is doubtful whether Doctor Buckland will agree with Sir Thomas that +these petrifactions are ram’s-horns and lampreys.<br> +<br> +<a name="footnote189a"></a><a href="#citation189a">{189a}</a> +She was then twenty-eight years of age. Sir Thomas must have spoken +of her from earlier recollections. 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