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deceive you ;) for there is nothing so absurd, says, Corneille, as for an actor to leave the stage, only because he has no more to say.

I should now speak of the beauty of their rhyme, and the just reason I have to prefer that way of writing in tragedies before ours in blank verse; but because it is partly received by us, and therefore not altogether peculiar to them, I will say no more of it in relation to their plays. For our own, I doubt not but it will exceedingly beautify them ; and I can see but one reason why it should not generally obtain, that is, because our poets write so ill in it. This indeed may prove a more prevailing argument than all others which are used to destroy it, and therefore I am only troubled when great and judicious poets, and those who are acknowledged such, have writ or spoke against it : as. for others, they are to be answered by that one sentence of an ancient author: --Sed ut primo ad consequendos eos quos priores ducimus, accendimur, ita ubi aut præteriri, aut aquari eos posse desperavimus, studium cum spe senescit : quod, scilicet, assequi non potest, sequi desinit ;---præteritoque eo in quo eminer non possumus, aliquid in quo nitamur, conquirimus.

Lisideius concluded in this manner; and Neander, after a little pause, thus answered him:

I shall grant Lisideius, without much dispute, a great part of what he has urged against us; for I acknowledge that the French contrive their plots more regularly, and observe the laws of comedy,

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8 Velleius Paterculus, i. 17.

and decorum of the stage, (to speak generally,) with more exactness than the English. Farther, I deny not but he has taxed us justly, in some irregularities of ours, which he has mentioned ; yet, after all, I am of opinion that neither our faults nor their virtues are considerable enough to place them above us.

For the lively imitation of nature being in the definition of a play, those which best fulfil that law, ought to be esteemed superior to the others. 'Tis true, those beauties of the French poesy are such as will raise perfection higher where it is, but are not sufficient to give it where it is not: they are indeed the beauties of a statue, but not of a man, because not animated with the soul of poesy, which is imitation of humour and passions and this Lisideius himself, or any other, however biassed to their party, cannot but acknowledge, if he will either compare the humours of our comedies, or the characters of our serious plays, with theirs. He who will look upon theirs which have been written till these last ten years, or thereabouts, will find it an hard matter to pick out two or three passable humours amongst them. Corneille himself, their arch-poet, what has he produced except The Liar, and you know how it was cried up in France; but when it came upon the English stage, though well translated, and that part of Dorant acted to so much advantage* as I

*" By Mr. Hart.”—These words, which were in the first edition of this Essay, our author omitted in the

am confident it never received in its own country, the most favourable to it would not put it in competition with many of Fletcher's or Ben Jonson's. In the rest of Corneille's comedies you have little humour ; he tells you himself, his way is, first to shew two lovers in good intelligence with each other; in the working up of the play to embroi] them by some mistake, and in the latter end to clear it, and reconcile them.

But of late years Moliere, the younger Corneille, Quinault, and some others, have been imitating afar off the quick turns and graces of the English stage. They have mixed their serious plays with mirth, like our tragi-comedies, since the death of Cardinal Richelieu ;' which Lisideius and many Others not observing, have commended that in them for a virtue which they themselves no longer practise. Most of their new plays are, like some of ours, derived from the Spanish novels. There is scarce one of them without a veil, and a trusty Diego, who drolls much after the rate of The ADVENTURES.' But their humours, if I may grace them with that name, are so thin-sown, that never above one of them comes up in any play. I dare

second. The play alluded to is, THE MISTAKEN BEAUTY, QR, The Liar, 4to. 1685; of which there is said to have been a former edition in 1661, under the latter title only.

9 Cardinal Richelieu died in 1642.

"THE ADVENTURES OF Five Hours, written by Sir Samuel Tuke, and printed in 1663. Diego is one of the characters in it.

take upon me to find more variety of them in some one playof Ben Jonson's, than in all theirs together; as he who has seen THE ALCHEMIST, THE SILENT WOMAN, or BARTHOLOMEW-Fair, cannot but acknowledge with me.

I grant the French have performed what was possible on the ground-work of the Spanish plays; what was pleasant before, they have made regular: but there is not above one good play to be writ on all those plots; they are too much alike to please often ; which we need not the experience of our own stage to justify. As for their new way of mingling mirth with serious plot, I do not, with Lisideius, condemn the thing, though I cannot approve their manner of doing it. He tells us, we cannot so speedily recollect ourselves after a scene of great passion and concernment, as to pass to another of mirth and humour, and to enjoy it with any relish : but why should he imagine the soul of man more heavy than his senses ? Does not the eye pass from an unpleasant object to a pleasant in a much shorter time than is required to this ? and does not the unpleasantness of the first commend the beauty of the latter? The old rule of logick might have conyinced him, that contraries, when placed near, set off each other. A continued gravity keeps the spirit too much bent; we must refresh it sometimes, as we bait in a journey, that we may go on with greater ease. A scene of mirth, mixed with tragedy, has the same effect upon us which our musick has betwixt the acts; which we find a relief to us from the best plots and language of the stage, if the discourses have been long. I must therefore have stronger arguments, ere I am convinced that compassion and mirth in the same subject destroy each other; and in the mean time cannot but conclude, to the honour of our nation, that we have invented, increased, and perfected a more pleasant way of writing for the stage, than was ever known to the ancients or moderns of any nation, which is tragi-comedy.

And this leads me to wonder why Lisideius and many others should cry up the barrenness of the French plots, above the variety and copiousness of the English. Their plots are single; they carry on onedesign, which is pushed forward by all the actors, every scene in the play contributing and moving towards it. Our plays, besides the main design, have under-plots or by-concernments, of less considerable persons and intrigues, which are carried on with the motion of the main plot : as they say the orb of the fixed stars, and those of the planets, though they have motions of their own, are whirled about by the motion of the primun mobile, in which they are contained. That similitude expresses much of the English stage; for if contrary motions may be found in nature to agree ; if a planet can go east and west at the same time ;-one way by virtue of his own motion, the other by the force of the first mover ;-it will not be difficult to imagine how the under-plot, which is only different, not contrary to the great design, may naturally be conducted along with it.

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