relater Fuller describes as follows: "Many were the wit-contests betwixt him (Shakspeare) and Ben Jonson, which two I beheld like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakspeare (like the latter) lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing; could turn with all tides, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention." The comparison would have perhaps been more striking, if Fuller had spoken of two fencers, the one of whom, confiding in his superior skill, casts away his shield and affects to be off his guard, in order to hit his unwieldy antagonist the more quickly and unexpectedly. For in combats of that description mother-wit will always rely upon its own resources; heavy scholarship takes the field with a store of ponderous authorities. This account of Fuller's sets our whole question in its proper light. We shall not condemn Ben Jonson for partaking of the common propensity to lay hold on the appearing weaknesses of others, nor blame him much for valuing himself upon what he supposed Shakspeare to be deficient in. He is related by Drummond to have said, "Shakspeare wanted art and sometimes sense; for in one of his plays he brought in a number of men, saying they had suffered ship-wrack in Bohemia, where is no sea near by 100 miles." There is no reason to disbelieve his having made use of this example of Shakspeare's supposed ingnorance, but we are entitled by the customary strain of his criticism, to set light by it and question the unqualified harshness and unkindness of those expressions given by Drummond. His judgment of Shakspeare preserved in his Discoveries sounds quite otherwise. "I remember, says he, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakspeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand. Which they thought a malevolent speech. I had not told posterity this, but for their ignorance, who chose that circumstance to commend their friend by, wherein he most faulted; and to justify mine own candour: for I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was indeed honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions; wherein he flowed with that facility, that sometimes it was` necessary he should be stopped: Sufflaminandus erat, as Augustus said of Haterius.*) His wit was in his own power, would the rule if it had been so too. Many times he fell into those things, could not escape laughter: as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him, "Caesar, thou dost me wrong. He replied, "Caesar did never wrong but with just cause," and such like; which were ridiculous. But he redeemed his vices with his virtues. There was ever more in him to be praised than to be pardoned." Here we have a frank acknowledgment of Shakspeare's poetical merits, and along with it the reproaches of that school-doctrine prevailing for more than a century, up to the time of our subject's namesake Samuel Jonson, and it would be a crying injustice to impeach Ben Jonson of envy and personal malice towards Shakspeare rather than of unacquaintance with those principles of criticism traced out long after him. Nay, we shall be entirely reconciled to his many sournesses, when we read his poem "To the memory of my beloved Master William Shakspeare," in which he assigns his late rival a place above all English poets of all ages as well as above the admired Greek, and occasionally breaks into that enraptured eulogy frequently made use of as a motto: Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. *) Of Ben Jonson himself, on the other hand, Fuller says: "His parts were not so ready to run of themselves as able to answer the spur; so that it may be truly said of him, that he had an elaborate wit, wrought out by his own industry." **) We shall, for the convenience of the reader, transcribe here the whole poem, and will do so hereafter as often as occasion offers, in order to enable the reader to form a judgment of the style and manner of Jonson. To draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name, Having said thus much, we might easily wave this subject and return to our principal question, but for a singular instance of crafty criticism exhibited by the author of "Ben Jonson und seine Schule, the most honourable Count Wolf-Baudissin. If it be of no other use, it will, at least, excuse us from entering into more details concerning the adversaries of our poet. Count For silliest ignorance on these may light, Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right; I therefore will begin: Soul of the age! A little further off, to make thee room: And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, To live again, to hear thy buskin tread, And shake a stage: or when thy socks were on, Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome Baudissin undoubtedly deserves the highest praise for his taste and skill in translating, and we should have a more readable German Shakspeare, if, instead of consulting Mr. Tieck, he had relied on his own judgment or applied to such a master both of the English and German languages as the late Mr. Schlegel. But he has, I am sorry to say, in all his literary enterprizes And all the Muses still were in their prime, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; As they were not of nature's family. Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn; For a good poet 's made, as well as born. And such wert thou! Look how the father's face Lives in his issue, even so the race Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turned, and true filed lines; In each of which he seems to shake a lance, As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance. Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced, and made a constellation there! Shine forth, thou Star of poets, and with rage, Or influence, chide or cheer the drooping stage, Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, too closely adhered to that notable depraver of good sense and taste, as not to contract some of his peculiarities. Jonson's "Every man in his humour," first acted in 1596, is introduced by a prologue apparently written for the first representation, and running thus: Though need make many poets, and some such As art and nature have not better'd much; Yet ours for want hath not so loved the stage, To make a child now swaddled, to proceed Nor creaking throne comes down the boys to please: By laughing at them, they deserve no less: Which when you heartily do, there's hope left then, These verses the noble count asserts to be composed, in order to ridicule Shakspeare, in the year 1616, when Ben Jonson published a collected edition of his plays.*) "We ask, exclaims he with great warmth, we ask any impartial reader, if it be possible not to regard these verses as the most manifest persiflage on the Histories, the King Lear, the Cymbeline, the *) Ben Jonson und seine Schule, tom. I., p. 439. |