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If love ambitious sought a match of birth,
To these two princes, if you marry them.” Another instance, which is certainly very happy as an exam. ple of the simple enumeration of a number of particulars, is Salisbury's remonstrance against the second crowning of the king.
“ Therefore to be possessed with double pomp,
TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL.
This is justly considered as one of the most delightful of Shak. speare's comedies. It is full of sweetness and pleasantry. It is perhaps too good-natured for comedy. It has little satire, and no spleen. It aims at the ludicrous rather than the ridiculous. It makes us laugh at the follies of mankind, not despise them, and still less bear any ill.will towards them. Shakspeare's comic genius resembles the bee rather in its power of extracting sweets from weeds or poisons, than in leaving a sting behind it. He gives the most amusing exaggeration of the prevailing foibles of his characters, but in a way that they themselves, instead of being offended at, would almost join in to humor; he rather con. trives opportunities for them to show themselves off in the happiest lights, than renders them contemptible in the perverse construction of the wit or malice of others. There is a certain stage of society in which people become conscious of their peculiarities and absurdities, affect to disguise what they are, and set up pretensions to what they are not. This gives rise to a corresponding style of comedy, the object of which is to detect the disguises of self-love, and to make reprisals on these preposterous assumptions of vanity, by marking the contrast be tween the real and the affected character as severely as possi. ble, and denying to those, who would impose on us for what they are not, even the merit which they have. This is the comedy of artificial life, of wit and satire, such as we see it in Congreve, Wycherley, Vanbrugh, &c. To this succeeds a state of society from which the same sort of affectation and pretence are ban. ished by a greater knowledge of the world or by their successful exposure on the stage ; and which by neutralising the materials of comic character, both natural and artificial, leaves no comedy at all—but the sentimental. Such is our modern comedy. There is a period in the progress of manners anterior to both these, in which the foibles and follies of individuals are of nature's planting, not the growth of art or study; in which they are therefore unconscious of them themselves, or care not who knows them, if they can but have their whim out; and in which, as there is no attempt at imposition, the spectators rather receive pleasure from humoring the inclinations of the persons they laugh at, than wish to give them pain by exposing their absurdity. This may be called the comedy of nature, and it is the comedy which we generally find in Shakspeare. Whether the analysis here given be just or not, the spirit of his comedies is evidently quite distinct from that of the authors above mentioned, as it is in its essence the same with that of Cervantes, and also very frequently of Molière, though he was more systematic in his extravagance than Shakspeare. Shakspeare's comedy is of a pastoral and poetical cast. Folly is indigenous to the soil, and shoots out with native, happy, unchecked luxuriance. Absurdity has every encouragement afforded it; and nonsense has room to flourish in. Nothing is stunted by the churlish, icy hand of indifference or severity. The poet runs riot in a conceit, and idol. izes a quibble. His whole object is to turn the meanest or rudest objects to a pleasurable account. The relish which he has of a pun, or of the quaint humor of a low character, does not interfere with the delight with which he describes a beautiful image, or the most refined love. The clown's forced jests do not spoil the sweetness of the character of Viola ; the same house is big enough to hold Malvolio, the Countess, Maria, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. For instance, nothing can fall much lower than this last character in intellect or morals: yet how are his weaknesses nursed and dandled by Sir Toby into somesaing “high fantastical,” when on Sir Andrew's commendation of himself for dancing and fencing, Sir Toby answers—“Where. fore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? Are they like to take dust like mistress Moll's pieture? Why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very .walk should be a jig! What dost thou mean? Is this a world to hide virtues in 1 1 did think by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was framed under the star of a galliard !" How Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and the Clown afterwards chirp over their cups, how they “ rouse the night-owl in a catch, able to draw three souls out of one weaver ?" What can be better than Sir Toby's unanswerable answer to Malvolio, “Dost thou think, because thou art virtu. ous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ?"-In a word, the best turn is given to everything, instead of the worst. There is a constant infusion of the romantic and enthusiastic, in propor. tion as the characters are natural and sincere ; whereas, in the more artificial style of comedy, everything gives way to ridicule and indifference, there being nothing left but affectation on one side, and incredulity on the other. Much as we like Shak. speare's comedies, we cannot agree with Dr. Johnson that they are better than his tragedies ; nor do we like them half so well. If his inclination to comedy sometimes led him to trifle with the seriousness of tragedy, the poetical and impassioned passages are the best parts of his comedies. The great and secret charm of TWELPTH Night is the character of Viola. Muoli as we think of catches and cakes and ale, there is something that we like better. We have a friendship for Sir Toby ; we patronise Sir Andrew; we have an understanding with the Clown, a sneak. ing kindness for Maria and her rogueries; we feel a regard for Malvolio, and sympathize with his gravity, his smiles, his cross garters, his yellow stockings, and imprisonment in the stocks But there is something that exoites in us a stronger feeling than all this it is Viola's oonfession of her love.
“DUXL What's her history?
VILA. A Nank, my lord, she never told her love:
Drik. Bet died thy sister of her love, my boy?
VIOLA. I am all the daughters of my father's house,
Shakspeare alone could describe the effect of his own poetry.
“Oh, it came o'er the ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.” What we so much admire here is not the image of Patience on a monument, which has been generally quoted, but the lines be. fore and after it. “They give a very echo to the seat where love is throned.” How long ago it is since we first learnt to repeat them; and still, still they vibrate on the heart, like the sounds which the passing wind draws from the trembling strings of a harp left on some desert shore! There are other passages of not less impassioned sweetness. Such is Olivia's address to Se. bastian, whom she supposes to have already deceived her in a promise of marriage.
“Blame not this haste of mine : if you mean well,
May live at peace.” We have already said something of Shakspeare's songs. One of the most beautiful of them occurs in this play, with a preface of his own to it.
“DUKE. O fellow, come; the song we had last night.