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ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE, &c.,
WRITTEN BY MR. ROWE.
It seems to be a kind of respect due to the memory of excellent men, especially of those whom their wit and learning have made famous, to deliver some account of themselves, as well as their works, to posterity. For this reason, how fond do we see some people of discovering any little personal story of the great men of antiquity! their families, the common accidents of their lives, and even their shape, make, and features, have been the subject of critical inquiries. llow trifling soever this curiosity may seem to be, it is certainly very natural; and we are bardly satisfied with an account of any remarkable person, till we have beard him described even to the very clothes he wears. As for what relates to men of letters, the knowledge of an author may sometimes conduce to the better under. standing his book; and though the works of Mr. Shakspeare may seem to many not to want a comment, yet I fancy some little account of the man himself may but be thought improper to go along with them.
He was the son of Mr. John Shakspeare, and was born at Stratford-upon-Avon iu Warwickshire, in April 1564. His family, as appears by the register and public writings relating to that town, were of good figure and fashion there, and are mentioned as gentlemen. His father, wbo was a considerable dealer in wool, bad so large a family, ten children in all, that though he was his eldest son, he could give him no better education than his own employment. He had bred him, it is true, for some time at a free-school, where, it is probable, he acquired what Latia the was master of : but the marrowness of his circumstances, and the want of his assistance at home, forced his father to withdraw him from thence, and unhappily prevented his further proficiency in that language. It is without controversy, that in his works we scarce find any traces of any thing that looks like an imitation of the ancients. The delicacy of his taste, and the natural bent of his own great genius, (equal, if not saperior, to some of the best of theirs,) wonki certainly have led him to read and study them with so much pleasure, that some of their fine innages would naturally have insinnated themselves into, and been mixed with, his own writings ; so that his not copying at least something from them, may be an argument of his never having read them. Whether his ignorance of the ancients were a disadvantage to him or no, may admit of a dispute : for though the know. ledge of them might have made him more correct, yet it is not improbable but that the regularity and deference for them, which would have attended that cor. rectness, might have restrained soine of that fire, impetuosity, and even beautiful extravagance, which we admire ir Shakspeare: and I believe we are better pleased with those thoughts, altogether new and uncommon, which bis own imagination supplied him so abundantly with, than if he had given us the most beautifal passages out of the Greek and Latin poets, and that in the most agreeable manner that it was possible for a master of the English language to deliver them.
Upon his leaving school, he seems to have given entirely into that way of living which his father proposed to him; and in order to setile in the world after a family manner, he thought fit to marry while he was yet very young. His wife was the daughter of one Hathaway, said to have been a substantial yeoman in the neighbourhood of Stratford. In this kind of settlement he continued for some time, till an extravagance that he was guilty of forced him both out of his country, and that way of living which he had taken up; and though it seemed at first to be a blemish upon biz good manners, and a misfortune to him, yet it afterwards happily proved the occasion of exerting one of the greatest geniuses that ever was known in dramatic poetry.
He had by a misfortune, common enough to young fellows, fallen into ill company; and amongst them, some that made a fre
gneut practice of deer stealing, engaged him more than once in robbing a park that belonged to Sir Thomas Lucy, of Charlepote, near Stratford. For this he was prosecuted by that gentleman, as he thought somewhat too severely; and in order to revenge that ill usage, he made a ballad upon bim. And though this, probably the fitst essay of bị's poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that it redoubled the prosecution against hiin, to that degree that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire for some time, and shelter himself in London.
It is at this time, and upon this accident, that he is said to have made his first acquaintance in the playhouse. He was received into the company then in being, at first, in a very mean rank; but his admirable wit, and the natural turn of it to the stage, soon distinguished him, if not as au extraordinary actor, yet as an ex. cellent writer. His name was printed as the custom was in those times, amongst those of the other players, before some old plays, but without any particular account of what sort of parts he used to play; and though I have inquired, I never could meet with any further account of him this way, than that the top of his perfurmance was the Ghost in his own Hamlet. I should have been much more pleased, to have learned from certain authority, which was the first play he wrote ; it would be without doubt a pleasure to any man, curious in things of this kind, to see and know what was the firet essay of a fancy like Shakspeare's. Perhaps we are not to look for his beginnings, like those of other authors, among their least perfect writings; art had so little, and nature so large a share in what he did, that for aught I know, the performances of his youth, as they were the most vigorous, and had the most fire and strength of imagination in them, were the best. I would uot be thought by this to mean, that his fancy was so loose and extravagant, as to be independent on the rule and government of judgment; but that what he thought, was commonly so great, so justly and rightly conceived in itself, that it wanted little or no correction, and was immediately approved by an impartial judgment at the first sight. But though the order of tinie in which the several pieces were written be generally uncertain, yet there are passages in some few of them which seem to fix their dates. So the chorus at the end of the fourth act of Henry the Fifth, by a compliment very handsoniely turned to the earl of Essex, shows the play to have been written when that lord was general for the queen in Ireland and his elogy upon queen Elizabeth, and her successor king James, in the latter end of his Henry the Eighth, is a proof of that play's being written after the accession of the latter of those two princes to the crown of England. Whatever the particular times of bis writing were, the people of his age, who began to grow wonderfully fond of diversions of this kind, could not but be highly pleased to se a genius arise amongst them of so pleasurable, so rich a vein, and so plentifully capable of furnishing their favourite entertainments. Besides the advantages of his wit, he was in biiself a good-natured man, of great sweetness in his manners, and a most agreeable companion; so that it is no wonder, if, with so many good qualities, he made himself acquainted with the best conversations of those times. Queen Elizabeth had several of his plays acted before her, and without doubt gave him many gracious marks of her favour: it is that maiden princess plainly, whom he intends by
- a fair vestal, throned by the west,
A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM. and that whole passage is a compliment very properiy brought in, and very handsomely applied to her. She was so well pleased with that admirable character of Falstatt, in the two parts of Henry the Fourth, that she commanded him to continue it for one play more, and to show him in love. This is said to be the occasion of his writing The Merry Wives of Windsor. How well she was obeyed, the play itself is an admirable proof. Upon this occasion it may not be improper to observe, that this part of Falstaff is said to have been written originally under the name of Oldcastle: some of that family being then remaining, the queen was pleased to command him to alter it; upon which he made use of Fal.taff. The present offence was indeed avoided but I do not know whether the author may not have been somewhat to blame in his second choice, since it is certain that Sir John Falstaff, who was a knight of the garter, and a lieutenantgeneral, was a name of distinguished merit in the vars in France in Henry the Fifth's and Henry the Sixth's times. What grace soever the queen conferred upon him, it was not to her only he owed the fortune which the reputation of his wit made. He had the honour to meet with many great and uncominon marks of favour and friendship from the earl of Southampton, famous in the histories of that time, for his friendship to the unfortunate earl of Essex. It was to that noble lord that he dedicated his puem of Venus and Adonis. Tbore is one ipetance so singular in the magnificence of this patron of Shakspeare's, that if I bad not been assured that the story was handed down by Sir William D'Avenant, who was probably very well acquainted with his affairs, I should not have ventured to have inserted, that my lord Southainpton at one time gave him a thonsand pounds, to enable him to go through with a purchase which he heard he had a mind to. A bounty very great, and very rare at any time, and almost equal to that profuse generosity the present age has shown to French dancers and Italian singers.
What particular habitude or friendships he contracted with private men, I have not been able to learn, more than that every one, who had a true taste of merit, and could distinguish men, had generally a just value and esteem for him. His exceediag candour and good nature must certainly have inclined all the gentler part of the world to love him, as the power of his wit obliged the men of the most delicate knowledge and polite learning to admire him.
His acquaintance with Ben Jonson began with a remarkable piece of humanity and good nature : Mr. Jonson, who was at that time altogether unknown to the world, had offered one of his plays to the players, in order to bave it acted; and the persons into whose hands it was put, after having turned it carelessly and superciliously over, were just upon returning it to him with an ill-natured apawer, that it would be of no service to their company ; when Shakspeare luckily cast his eye upon it, and found something so well in it, as to engage him first to read it through, and afterwards to recommend Mr. Jonson and his writings to the public. Jonson was certainly a very good scholar, and in that had the advantage of Shak. speare ; though at the same time I believe it must be allowed, that what nature gave the latter was more than a balance for what books had given the former; and the judgment of a great man upon this occasion was, I think, very just and proper. In a conversation between Sir John Suckling, Sir William D'Aveuzut, Endymion Porter, Mr. Hales of Eton, and Ben Jonson, Sir John Suckling, who was a professed admirer of Shakspeare, had undertaken his defence against Ben Jonson with some warmth; Mr. Hales, who had sat still for some time told them, That if Mr. Shakspeare had not read the ancients, he had likewise not stolen any thing from them; and that if he would produce any one topic finely treated by any one of them, he would undertake to shew something upon the same subject at least as well written by Shakspeare.
The latter part of his life was spent, as all men of good sense will wish theirs may be, jn ease, retirement, and the conversation of his friends. He had the good fortune to gather an estate equal to his occasion, and, in that, to his wish; and is said to have spent some years before his death at his native Stratford. His pleasurable wit and good-nature engager bim in the acquaintance, and entitled him to the friendship, of the gentlemen of the neighbourhood. Anongst them, it is a story almost still remembered in that country that he had a particular intimacy with Mr. Combe, an old gentleman noted thereabouts for his wealth and usury : it happened that in a pleasant conversation amongst their common friends, Mr. Combe told Shakspeare in a laughing manner, that he fancied he intended to write his epitaph, if he happened to ont-live him; and since he could not know wbat might be said of him when he was dead, he desired it might be doue im. mediately ; upon which Shakspeare gave him these four verses :
"TEN IN THE HUNDRED lies here engraved;
Oh! oh! quoth the devil, 'tis my John-a-Combe.” But the sharpness of the satire is said to have stung the man so severely, that be never forgave it.
He died in the 53d year of his age, and was buried on the north side of the chancel, in the great church at Stratford, where a monument is placed in the wall. On his grave-stone underneath is,
“ Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear
And curst be he that moves my bones." He had three daughters, of which two lived to be married ; Judith, the elder, to one Mr. Thomas Quiney, by whom she had three sons, who all died without children; and Susanna, who was his favourite, to Dr. John Hall, a physician of good reputation in that country. She left one child only, a daughter, who was married first to Thomas Nashe, Esq., and afterwards to Sir Jolin Baruard, of Abington, but died likewise withont issue.
This is what I could learn of any note, either relating to himself or family: the
character of the man is best seen in his writings. But since Ben Jonson has Diade a sort of an essay toward it in his Discoveries, I will give it in his words:
“I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakspeare, that in 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 cir. cumstance 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 fancy, brave notions, and gentle expressions : wherein he flowed with that facility, that sometimes it was necessary he should be stopped: Suf. faminandus erat, as Augustus said of Haterius. His wit was in his own power : would the rule of it had been so too! Many times be fell into those things which could not escape laughter; as when he said in the person of Cæsar, one speaking to biin,
“ Cæsar, thou dost me wrong. " He replied:
“ Cæsar did never wrong, but with just cause. " and such like, which were ridiculous. But he redeemed his vices with his viftues: there was ever more in him to be praised than to be pardoned."
As for the passage which he mentions out of Shakspeare, there is somewhat like it in Julius Cæsar, but without the absurdity ; nor did I ever meet with it in any edition that I have seen, as quoted by Mr. Jonson.
Besides his plays in this edition, there are two or three ascribed to him by Mr. Langbaine, which I have never seen, and know nothing of. He writ likewise Venus and Adonis, and Tarquin und Lucrece, in stanzas, which have been printed in a late collection of poems. As to the character given of him by Ben Jonson, there is a good deal true in it: but I believe it may be as well expressed by what Horace says of the first Romans, who wrote tragedy upou the Greek models, (or indeed translated them,) in his epistle to Augustus:
natura sublimis et acer:
Sed turpem putat in chartis metuitque lituram." As I have not proposed to myself to enter into a large and complete criticism upon Shakspeare's works, so I will only take the liberty, with all due submission to the judgment of others, to observe some of those things I have been pleased with in looking bim over.
His plays are properly to be distinguished only into consedies and tragedies. Those which are called histories, and even some of bis comedies, are really tragedies, with a run or mixture of comedy amongst them. That way of tragicomedy was the common mistake of that age; and is, indeed, beeome so agreeable to the English taste, that though the reverer critics among us cannot bear it, yet the generality of our audiences seem to be better pleased with it than with an exact iragedy. The Merry Wives of Windsor, The Comedy of Errors, and The Taming of a Shrew', are all pure comedy; the rest, however they are called, have something of both kinds. It is not very easy to determine which way of writing he was most excellent in. There is certainly a great deal of entertain. inent in his comical bumours; and, though they did not then strike at all ranks of people, as the satire of the present age bas taken the liberty to do, yet there is a pleasing and a well-distinguished variety in those characters which he thought fit to ineddle with. Falstaff is allowed by every body to be a master-piece; the character is always well sustained, though drawn out into the length of three plays; and even the account of his death, given by his old landlady, Mrs. Quickly, in the first act of Henry the Fifth, though it be extremely nataral, is yet as diverting as any part of his life. If there be any fault in the draught he has made of this lewd old fellow, it is that, though he has made him a thief, lying, cowardly, vain-glorious, and, in short, every way vicious, yet he has given him so much wit as io make him almost 100 agreeable; and I do not know whether some people have not, in remembrance of the diversion he had formerly afforded them, been sorry to see his friend Hal use him so scurvily, when he comes to the crown in the end of The Second Part of Henry the Fourth. Amongst other extravagancies, in The Merry Wives of Windsor he was made him a deer-stealer, that he might at the same time remember his Warwickshire prosecutor, under the name of Justice Shallow; he has given him very near the came court of arms which Dugdale, in bis Antiquities of that