of our time who is free from the influence of suggestion will also receive exactly the same impression from all the other extolled dramas of Shakespeare, not to mention the senseless dramatized tales, ‘Pericles,' 'Twelfth Night,' 'The Tempest,' 'Cymbeline,' and 'Troilus and Cressida.'' Every one must admit, I think, that what Tolstoi has said of the hypothesis of the play is justified. Shakespeare, as I have shown, was nearly always an indifferent playwright, careless of the architectural construction of his pieces, contemptuous of stage-craft. So much had already been said in England, if not with the authority of Tolstoi. It may be conceded, too, that the language which Shakespeare puts into Lear's mouth in the first act is "characterless and pompous,' even silly; but Tolstoi should have noticed that as soon as Lear realises the ingratitude of his daughters, his language becomes more and more simple and pathetic. Shakespeare's kings usually rant and mouth when first introduced; he appears to have thought that pomp of speech went with royal 'robes; but as soon as the action is engaged even his monarchs speak naturally. The truth is, that just as the iambics of Greek drama were lifted above ordinary conversation, so Shakespeare's language, being the language mainly of poetic and romantic drama, is a little more measured and, if you will, more pompous than the small talk of everyday life, which seems to us, accustomed as we are to prose plays, more natural. Shakespeare, however, in his blank verse, reaches heights which are not often reached by prose, and when he pleases, his verse becomes as natural-easy as any prose, even that of Tolstoi himself. 66 Tolstoi finds everything Lear says "pompous," artificial,” “unnatural," but Lear's words: "Pray do not mock me, I am a very foolish-fond old man Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less, I fear I am not in my perfect mind," touch us poignantly, just because of their childish simplicity; we feel as if Lear, in them, had reached the heart of pathos. Tolstoi, I am afraid, has missed all the poetry of Lear, all the deathless phrases. Lear says: "I am a man, More sinn'd against than sinning," and the new-coined phrase passed at once into the general currency. Who, too, can ever forget his description of the poor? Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, The like of that "looped and windowed raggedness " is hardly to be found in any other literature. In the fourth and fifth acts Lear's speech is simplicity itself, and even in that third act which Tolstoi condemns as "incredibly pompous and artificial," we find him talking naturally: 'Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated: thou art the thing itself, unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.” There is still another reason why some of us cannot read "Lear" with the cold eyes of reason, contemptuously critical. "Lear" marks a stage in Shakespeare's agony. We who know the happy ingenuousness of his youth undimmed by doubts of man or suspicions of woman, cannot help sympathizing with him when we see him cheated and betrayed, drinking the bitter cup of disillusion to the dregs. In "Lear" the angry brooding leads to madness; and it is only fitting that the keynote of the tragedy, struck again and again, should be the cry: "O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven! Keep me in temper: I would not be mad." "Lear" is the first attempt in all literature to paint madness, and not the worst attempt. 66 In Lear," Shakespeare was intent only on expressing his own disillusion and naked misery. How blind Lear must have been, says Tolstoi; how incredibly foolish not to know his daughters better after living with them for twenty years; but this is just what Shakespeare wishes to express: How blind I was, he cries to us, how inconceivably trusting and foolish! How could I have imagined that a young noble would be grateful, or a wanton true? "Lear" is a page of Shakespeare's autobiography, and the faults of it are the stains of his blistering tears. 66 99 Lear is badly constructed, but worse was to follow. The next tragedy, "Timon," is merely a scream of pain, and yet it, too, has a deeper than artistic interest for us as marking the utmost limit of Shakespeare's suffering. The mortal malady of perhaps the finest spirit that has ever appeared among men has an interest for us profounder than any tragedy. And to find that in Shakespeare's agony and bloody sweat he ignores the rules of artistry is simply what might have been expected, and, to some of us, deepens the personal interest in the drama. In "Lear" Edgar is peculiarly Shakespeare's mouthpiece, and to Edgar Shakespeare gives some of the finest words he ever coined: 'The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Here, too, in what Edgar says of himself, is the moral of all passion: it is manifestly Shakespeare's view of himself: "A most poor man, made tame to Fortune's blows, Who by the art of knowing and feeling sorrows Am pregnant to good pity." Then we find the supreme phrase-perhaps the finest ever written: 'Men must endure Their going hence even as their coming hither. Of course Shakespeare speaks through Lear in the last acts as plainly as through Edgar. In the third scene of the fifth act Lear talks to Cordelia in the very words Shakespeare gave to the saint Henry VI. at the beginning of his career. Compare the extracts on pages 117-8 with the following passage and you will see the similarity and the astonishing growth in his art: "Lear. Come, let's away to prison: And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh Talk of Court news. More characteristic still of Shakespeare is the fact that when Lear is at his bitterest in the fourth act, he shows the erotic mania which is the source of all Shakespeare's bitterness and misery; but which is utterly out of place in Lear. The reader will note how "adultery" is dragged in: 'Ay, every inch a King, Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Let copulation thrive; . . . Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Thus Lear raves for a whole page: Shakespeare on his favourite hobby: in the same erotic spirit he makes both Goneril and Regan lust after Edmund. The note of this tragedy is Shakespeare's understanding of his insane blind trust in men; but the passion of it springs from erotic mania and from the consciousness that he is too old for love's lists. Perhaps his imagination never carried him higher |