For names; but call forth thund'ring Eschylus, Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; As they were not of Nature's family. And such wert thou. Look how the father's face Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines And make those slights upon the banks of Thames, And despairs day, but for thy volumes' light. ON WORTHY MASTER SHAKSPEARE, AND HIS POEMS. A MIND reflecting ages past, whose clear In that deep dusky dungeon, to discern As Plato's year, and new scene of the world, While the plebeian imp, from lofty throne, This, and much more, which cannot be exprest But by himself, his tongue, and his own breast,Was Shakspeare's freehold; which his cunning brain Improv'd by favour of the nine-fold train ;The buskin'd muse, the comick queen, the grand And louder tone of Clio, nimble hand And nimbler foot of the melodious pair, The silver-voic'd lady, the most fair Calliope, she whose speaking silence daunts, And she whose praise the heavenly body chants. These jointly woo'd him, envying one another; Obey'd by all as spouse, but lov'd as brother ;And wrought a curious robe, of sable grave, Fresh green, and pleasant yellow, red most brave, And constant blue, rich purple, guiltless white, The lowly russet, and the scarlet bright: Branch'd and embroider'd like the painted spring; Each leaf match'd with a flower, and each string Of golden wire, each line of silk: there run Italian works, whose thread the sisters spun; And there did sing, or seem to sing, the choice Birds of a foreign note and various voice; Here hangs a mossy rock; there plays a fair But chiding fountain, purled: not the air, Nor clouds, nor thunder, but were living drawn⚫ Not out of common tiffany or lawn, But fine materials, which the Muses know, And only know the countries where they grow Now, when they could no longer him enjoy, Which never fades; fed with ambrosian meat; The friendly admirer of his Endowments, I. M. S. These admirable verses were first prefixed to the second folio printed in 1632: they are here placed as a noble tribute from a contemporary to the genius of our immortal Poet. Conjecture has been vainly employed upon the initials I. M. S. affixed. I entirely subscribe to Mr. Boaden's opinion that they are from the pen ot George Chapman; the structure of the verse and the phraseology bear marks of his hand, and the vein ot poetry such as would do honour to his genius. S. W. S THE PREFACE OF THE PLAYERS. Prefixed to the First Folio Edition published in 1623. TO THE GREAT VARIETY OF READErs, FROM the most able, to him that can but spell: there you are number'd. We had rather you were weigh'd. Especially, when the fate of all Bookes depends upon your capacities: and not of your heads alone, but of your purses. Well! it is now publique, and you wil stand for your priviledges wee know: to read, and censure. Do So, but buy it first. That doth best commend a Booke, the Stationer saies. Then, how odde soever your braines be, or your wisedomes, make your licence the same, and spare not. Judge your sixe-pen'orth, your shillings worth, your five shillings worth at a time, or higher, so you rise to the just rates, and welcome. But, whatever you do, Buy. Censure will not drive a Trade, or make the Jacke go. And though you be a Magistrate of wit, and sit on the Stage at Black-Friers, or the Cockpit, to arraigne Playes dailie, know, these Playes have had their triall alreadie, and stood out all Appeales; and do now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court, than any purchas'd Letters of commendation. It had bene a thing, we confesse, worthie to have bene wished, that the Author himselfe had lived to have set forth, and overseen his owne writings; But since it hath bin ordain'd otherwise, and he by death departed from that right, we pray you, doe not envie his Friends, the office of their care and paine, to have collected and publish'd them; and so to have publish'd them, as where (before) you were abus'd with divers stolne, and surreptitious copies, maimed and deformed by the frauds and stealthes of injurious impostors, that expos'd them: even those are now offer'd to your view cur'd, and perfect of their limbes; and all the rest, absolute in their numbers, as he conceived the: Who, as he was a happie imitator of Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it. His mind and hand went together and what he thought, he uttered with that easinesse, that wee have scarse received from him a blot in his papers. But it is not our province, who only gather his works, and give them you, to praise him. It is yours that reade him. And there we hope, to your divers eapacities, you will finde enough, both to draw, and hold you: for his wit can no more lie hid, then it could be lost. Reade him, therefore; and againe, and againe: And if then you doe not like him, surely you are in some manifest danger, not to understand him. And so we leave you to other of his Friends, whom if you need, can bee your guides: if you neede them not, you can leade yourselves, and others. And such readers we wish him. JOHN HEMINGE, HENRIE COndell. TEMPEST. PRELIMINARY REMARKS. THE Tempest and the Midsummer Night's Dream (says Warburton) are the noblest efforts of that sublime and amazing imagination, peculiar to Shakspeare, which soars above the bounds of nature, without forsaking sense, or, more properly, carries nature along with him beyond her established limits." No one has hitherto discovered the novel on which this play is founded; yet Collins the poet told Thomas War. Con that the plot was taken from the romance of Aurelio and Isabella,' which was frequently printed during the sixteenth century, sometimes in three or four languages in the same volume. In the calamitous mental indisposition which visited poor Collins his memory failed him; and he most probably substituted the name of one novel for another; the fable of Aurelio and Isabella has no relation to the Tempest. Mr. Malone thought that no such tale or romance ever existed; yet a friend of the late Mr. James Boswell told him that he had some years ago actually perused an Italian novel which answered Collins' description; but his memory, unfortunately, did not enable him to recover it. complied, and fortunately the ship was driven and jammed between two rocks, fast lodged and locked for further budging." One hundred and fifty persons got on shore; and by means of their boat and skiff (for this was half a mne from land) they saved such part of their goods and provisions as the water had not spoiled, all the tackling and much of the iron of their ship, which was of great service to them in fitting out another vessel to carry them to Virginia. tation and preservation of man's life, that, most in a manner of all our provision of bread, beere, and victuall being quite spoiled in lying long drowned in salt water notwithstanding we were there for the space of nine months, we were not only well refreshed, comforted. and with good satiety contented, but out of the aboundance thereof provided us some reasonable quantity and pro portion of provision to carry us for Virginia, and to main. tain ourselves and that company we found there :wherefore my opinion sincerely of this island is, that whereas it hath beene, and is still, accounted the most dangerous, unfortunate, and forlorne place of the world, it is in truth the richest, healthfullest, and [most] pleas ing land (the quantity and bignesse thereof considered,) and merely naturall, as ever man set foote upon." "But our delivery," says Jourdan, "was not more strange in falling so opportunely and happily upon the land, as [than] our feeding and provision was, beyond our hopes, and all men's expectations, most admirable; for the Islands of the Bermudas, as every man knoweth that hath heard or read of them, were never inhabited by any Christian or Heathen people, but ever esteemed and reputed a most prodigious and inchanted place, affording nothing but gusts, storms, and foul weather; which made every navigator and mariner to avoid them as Scylla and Charybdis, or as they would shunne the Divell himself: and no man was ever heard to make for My friend, Mr. Douce, in his valuable 'Illustrations this place; but as, against their wils, they have, by of Shakspeare,' published in 1807, had suggested that storms and dangerounesse of the rocks lying seven the outline of a considerable part of this play was bor-leagues into the sea, suffered shipwracke. Yet did we rowed from the account of Sir George Somers' voyage finde there the ayre so temperate and the country so and shipwreck on the Bermudas in 1609; and had point-aboundantly fruitfull of all fit necessaries for the sustened out some passages which confirmed his suggestion. At the same time it appears that Mr. Malone was engaged in investigating the relations of this voyage: and he subsequently printed the results of his researches in a pamphlet, which he distributed among his friends; wherein he shows, that not only the title but many passages in the play were suggested to Shakspeare by the account of the tremendous Tempest which, in July, 1609, dispersed the fleet carrying supplies from England to the infant colony of Virginia, and wrecked the vessel in which Sir George Some.s and the other principal commanders had sailed, on one of the Bermuda Islands. Sir George Somers, Sir Thomas Gates, and Captain Newport, with nine ships and five hundred people, sailed from England in May, 1609, on board the Sea Venture, which was called the Admiral's Ship; and on the 25th of July she was parted from the rest by a terrible tempest, which lasted forty-eight hours and scattered the whole fleet, wherein some of them lost their masts and others were much distressed. Seven of the vessels, however, reached Virginia; and, after landing about three hundred and fifty persons, again set sail for Eng- "These islands ofthe Bermudas," says this narrative, land. Two of them were wrecked, in their way home, "have ever been accounted as an inchaunted pile of on the point of Ushant; the others returned safely to rocks, and a desert inhabitation for divells; but all the England, ship after ship, in 1610, bringing the news of fairies of the rocks were but flocks of birdes, and all the the supposed loss of the Admiral's ship and her crew.divels that haunted the woods were but herds of swine." During a great part of the year 1610 the fate of Somers-What is there in all this Tragicall Comedie that and Gates was not known in England; but the latter, should discourage us? having been sent home by Lord Delaware, arrived in August or September. The Council of Virginia pubfished a narrative of the disasters which had befallen the fleet, and of their miraculous escape. Previously however to its appearance, one Jourdan, who probably returned from Virginia in the same ship with Sir Thomas Gates, published a pamphlet entitled "A Discovery of the Bermudas, otherwise called The Isle of Divels; by Sir Thomas Gates, Sir George Somers, and Captain Newport, with divers others:" in which he relates the circumstances of the storm. "They were bound for Virginia, and at that time in 30 N. latitude. The whole crew, amounting to one hundred and fifty persons, weary with pumping, had given all for lost, and began to drink their strong waters, and to take leave of each other, intending to commit themselves to the mercy of the sea. Sir George Somers, who had sat three days and nights on the poop, with no food and little rest, at length descried land, and encouraged them (many from weariness Tragical Tales, translated by Turberville in time of having fallen asleep) to continue at the pumps. They his troubles, out of sundrie Italians, &c. 8vo 1597. The publication set forth by the Council of Virginia, entitled, "A true Declaration of the Estate of the Colony of Virginia, &c. 1610," relates the same facts and events in better language, and Shakspeare probably derived his first thought of working these adventures up into a dra. matic form from an allusion to the drama in this piece. The covert allusions to several circumstances in the various narrations of this Voyage have been illustrated with great ingenuity by Mr. Malone; and many of them will no doubt have already struck the reader, but we must content ourselves with a reference to his more detailed account. The plot of this play is very simple, independent of the magic; and Mr. Malone has pointed out two sources from whence he thinks Shakspeare derived suggestions for it. The one is a play by Robert Green, entitled "The Comical History of Alphonsus King of Arragon :" the other is the Sixth Metrical Tale of George Turberville, formed on the fourth novel of the fourth day of the Decamerone of Boccaccio, to which he is probably indebted for the hint of the marriage of Claribel. The magic of the piece is unquestionably the creation of the great bard himself, suggested no doubt by the popular merely the metathesis of Cannibal. Of the Cannibals a long account is given by Eden, ubi supra. "The Tempest," says the judicious Schlegel, "has little action and progressive movement; the union of Ferdinand and Miranda is fixed at their first meeting, and Prospero merely throws apparent obstacles in their way; the shipwrecked band go leisurely about the Island; the attempts of Sebastian and Antonio on the life of the King of Naples, and of Caliban and his drunken companions against Prospero, are nothing but a feint, as we foresee that they will be completely frus trated by the magical skill of the latter; nothing remains therefore but the punishment of the guilty, by dreadful sights which harrow up their consciences, the discovery, and final reconciliation. Yet this want is so admirably concealed by the most varied display of the fascinations of poetry and the exhilaration of mirth; the details of the execution are so very attractive that it requires no small degree of attention to perceive that the denouement is, in some measure, already contained in the exposition. The history of the love of Ferdinand and Miranda, developed in a few short scenes, is enchantingly beautiful: an affecting union of chivalrous magnanimity on the one part, and, on the other, of the virgin openness of a heart which, brought up far from the world on an uninhabited island, has never learned to disguise its innocent movements. The wisdom of the princely hermit Prospero has a magical and mysterious air; the impression of the black falsehood of the two usurpers is mitigated by the honest gossiping of the old and faithful Gonzalo; Trinculo and Stephano, two good-for-nothing drunkards, find a worthy associate in Caliban; and Ariel hovers sweetly over the whole as the personified genius of the wonderful fable. notions respecting the Bermudas. Mr. Malone confesses the hints furnished by Green are so slight as not to detract from the merit of Shakspeare, and I have therefore not thought it necessary to follow him in his analysis. The late Dr. Vincent, the highly respected Dean of Westminster, pointed out a passage in Magellan's Voyage to the South Pole, which is to be found in "Eden's History of Travaile," printed in 1577, that may have furnished the first idea of Caliban, and as it is curious in itself, I shall venture to transcribe it. "Departyng from hence," says Eden, "they sayled to the 49 degre and a halfe under the pole antartike; where being wyntered, they were inforced to remayne there for the space of two monethes, all which tyme they saw no man except that one day by chance they espyed a man of the stature of a gyant, who came to the haven duuncing and singing, and shortly after seemed to cast dust over his head. The captayne sent one of his men to the shore with the shippe boate, who made the lyke signe of peace. The which thyng the giant seeing, was out of feare, and came with the captayne's servant, to his presence, into a little islande. When he sawe the captayne with certayne of his company about him, he was greatly amazed; and made signes, holding up his hande to heaven, signifying thereby that our men came from thence. This giant was so byg that the head of one of our men of a meane stature came but to his waste. He was of good corporation and well made in all partes of his bodie, with a large visage painted with divers colours, but for the most parte yelow. Uppon his cheekes were paynted two hartes, and red circles about his eyes. The heare of his head was coloured whyte, and his apparell was the skynne of a beast sowed together. This beast (as seemed unto us) had a large head, and great cares lyke unto a mule, with the body "Caliban has become a bye-word, as the strange of a cammell and tayle of a horse. The feet of the creation of a poetical imagination. A mixture of the gyant were folded in the sayde skynne, after the manner gnome and the savage, half demon, half brute; in his of shooes. He had in his hande a bygge and shorte behaviour we perceive at once the traces of his native bowe; the sleyng whereof was made of a sinewe of that disposition, and the influence of Prosprero's education. beaste. He had also a bundle of long arrowes made of The latter could only unfold his understanding, without reedes, feathered after the manner of ours, typte within the slightest degree, taming his rooted malignity: i sharp stones, in the stead of iron heades. The captayne is as if the use of reason and human speech should be caused him to eate and drinke, and gave him many communicated to a stupid ape. Caliban is malicious, thinges, and among other a great looking glasse, in the cowardly, false, and base in his inclinations; and yet he which as soon as he sawe his owne likeness, was so- is essentially different from the vulgar knaves of a civi daynly afrayde, and started backe with suche violence, lized world, as they are occasionally portrayed by that he overthrewe two that stood nearest about him. Shakspeare. He is rude, but not vulgar; he never falls When the captayne had thus gyven him certayne haukes into the prosaical and low familiarity of his drunken as belles, with also a lookyng glasse, a combe, and a sociates, for he is a poetical being in his way; he always payre of beades of glasse, he sent him to lande with speaks too in verse.* He has picked up every thing foure of his owne men well armed. Shortly after, they dissonant and thorny in language, out of which he has sawe another gyant of somewhat greater stature with composed his vocabulary, and of the whole variety of his bowe and arrowes in his hande. As he drew nearer nature, the hateful, repulsive, and pettily deformed have unto our men hee laide his hande on his head, and alone been impressed on his imagination. The magicai pointed up towards heaven, and our men did the lyke. world of spirits, which the staff of Prospero has assemThe captayne sent his shippe boate to bring him to a little bled on the island, casts merely a faint reflection into islande, beyng in the haven. This giant was very his mind, as a ray of light which falls into a dark cave, tractable and pleasaunt. He soong and daunsed, and incapable of communicating to it either heat or illumina in his daunsing left the print of his feete on the ground. tion, merely serves to put in motion the poisonous vaAfter other xv. dayes were past, there came foure pours. The whole delineation of this monster is inconother giauntes without any weapons, but had hid their ceivably consistent and profound, and notwithstanding bowes and arrowes in certaine bushes. The captayne its hatefulness, by no means hurtful to our feelings, as retayned two of these, which were youngest and best the honour of human nature is left untouched. made. He tooke them by a deceite, in this manner; that giving them knyves, sheares, looking-glasses, belles, beades of chrystall, and such other trifles, he so fylled their handes, that they could holde no more; then caused two paire of shackels of iron to be putt on their legges, making signes that he would also give them hose chaynes, which they liked very well because they were made of bright and shining metall. And whereas they could not carry them by cause theyr hands were full, the other giants would have carryed them, but the captayne would not suffer them. When they felt the shackels fast about theyr legges, they began to doubt; but the captayne did put them in comfort and bade them stand stille. In fine, when they sawe how they were deceived, they roared lyke bulles, and cryed upon theyr great devill Setebos, to help them. They say that when any of them dye, there appeare x or xi devils caping and daunsing about the bodie of the dead, and seeme to have theyr bodies paynted with divers colours, and that among other there is one seene bigger than the residue, who maketh great mirth with rejoysing. This great devyll they call Setebos, and call the lesse Cheleule. One of these giantes which they tooke, declared by signes that he had seen devylles with two hornes above theyr heades, with long heare downe to theyr feete, and that they caste forth fyre at theyr throates both before and behind. The captayne named these people Patagoni. The moste parte of them weare the skynnes of such beastes whereof I have spoken before. They lyve of raw fleshe, and a certaine sweete roote which they call capar." Caliban, as was long since observed by Dr. Farmer, is "In the zephyr.like Ariel the image of air is not to be mistaken, his name even bears an allusion to it; on the other hand, Caliban signifies the heavy element of earth. Yet they are neither of them allegorical personifications, but beings individually determined. În general we find, in the Midsummer Night's Dream, in the Tempest, in the magical part of Macbeth, and wherever Shakspeare avails himself of the popular belief in the invisible presence of spirits, and the possibility of coming in contact with them, a profound view of the inward life of Nature and her mysterious springs; which, it is true, ought never to be altogether unknown to the genuine poet, as poetry is altogether incompatible with mechani cal physics, but which few have possessed in an equal degree with Dante and himself." It seems probable that this play was written in 1611 · at all events between the years 1609 and 1614. It appears from the MSS. of Vertue that the Tempest was acted, by John Heminge and the rest of the King's Company, before Prince Charles, the Lady Elizabeth, and the Prince Palatine Elector, in the beginning of the year 1613 Schlegel is not quite correct in asserting that Caliban "always speaks in verse." Mr. Steevens, it is true, endeavoured to give a metrical form to some of his speeches, which were evidently intended for prose, and they are therefore in the present edition so printed. Shakspeare, throughout his plays, frequently introduces short prose speeches in the midst of blank verse. t Lectures on Dramatic Literature by Aug. Will Schlegel, translated by John Black, 1915. Vol. ii. D 178. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin silence trouble us not. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! if he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. 1 From the Folio Edition of 1623. 2 That is, readily, nimbly. 3 That is, act with spirit, behave like men. Thus Baret in his Alvearie: "To play the man, or to show himself a valiant man in any matter. Se virum præbere." P. 399. "Viceroys and peers of Turkey play the men." Tamberlaine, 1590. 4 The present instant. 5 In Smith's Sea Grammar, 1627, 4to. under the arti cle How to handle a Ship in a Storme :-"Let us lie as Trie with our main course; that is, to hale the tacke aboord, the sheet close aft, the boling set up, and the halm tied close aboord." IRIS, CERES, JUNO, Spirits. Nymphs, Reapers, Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course." [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again! what do you hear? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st He'll be hanged yet; [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split, we split !-Farewell my wife and children!Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Let's take leave of him: |