acts as the chorus of the play all through; and at the close he sums up the truth of the whole: Consider what you first did swear unto- And abstinence engenders maladies. And, where that you have vowed to study, lords, The nimble spirits in the arteries. Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair. Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs; This omnipotence of love, to conquer the most recalcitrant, is illustrated again in Much Ado About Nothing, where Benedick, on the one hand, is as resolved to be a bachelor as Beatrice, on the other, is to die a maid; yet Nature, assisted by a little pleasant deception on the part of their friends, easily forces them beneath the golden yoke. Love is, indeed, a serious enough matter, and some may be indignant that it should form a theme for laughter. Yet it has its ludicrous aspects; and at these there is no harm in laughing. Its signs, or marks, for example. These are given in these comedies on many occasions. Thus, in the Two Gentlemen of Verona, Valentine asks his man Speed, "How know you that I am in love?" to which that worthy answers: "Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned to wreathe your arms like a malcontent; to relish a love-song like a robinredbreast; to walk alone like one that had the pestilence; to sigh like a schoolboy that had lost his A B C; to weep like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast like one that takes diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are so metamorphosed with a mistress that, when I look upon you, I can scarcely think you my master." The witty Rosalind, in As You Like It, being asked what a lover should be like, replies: "A lean cheek; an eye blue and sunken; a beard neglected. Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and everything about you demonstrating a careless desolation." Other observers, however, have noted marks exactly the opposite the lover blossoms out into a dandy, in the hope of pleasing the eyes of his lady: "I have known when he would have walked ten miles afoot to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet". Love is capable of a thousand extravagances; and these Shakspeare loved to paint. Who but he can lend a voice to love's hyperbole of admiration ? In the Two Gentlemen of Verona, Valentine, who has been a despiser of love, meets with his fate; and he says: Life is altered now; I have done penance for contemning love. O gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord. Now can I break my fast, dine, sup and sleep, Proteus claims the right of preferring his own fiancée; to which Valentine replies: And I will help thee to prefer her too. She shall be dignified with this high honour- "Why, Valentine," replies Proteus, "what braggardism is this?" But Valentine replies: Pardon me, Proteus; all I can is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing. She is alone. She is mine own. And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. In A Midsummer-Night's Dream there is a juice which the sportive Puck squeezes into sleeping eyes, with the result that, when they awake, they adore the first object upon which they chance to alight. Thus enchanted, even Titania, the dainty queen of the fairies, takes into her lap the ass-head of Bottom and thus apostrophizes that transformed weaver : Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, And stick muskroses in thy sleek, smooth head, Is not the insinuation, that love is such a spell, able to transform the world and to make things appear to loving eyes very different from what they are? It is worthy of note that the scenes of these gay comedies are nearly all laid in places remote-such as Venice, Padua, Illyria, the Forest of Arden, and the like. The truth thus shadowed forth is, that love creates a world of its own, very unlike the everyday world of reality. By love human beings are lifted above the common earth, receiving the password into a region of fantasy, illuminated by a light that never was on sea or land. In this fairyland we see the bright creatures of Shakspeare's fancy roaming-the faithful but too venturesome Julia; the wellnigh distraught Helena; the sprightly Rosalind, "a gallant curtle-axe upon her thigh, a boarspear in her hand"; |