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Some Remarks on the Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, Written by Mr. William Shakespeare (1736) by Anonymous - Some Remarks on the Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, Written by Mr. William Shakespeare (1736)

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Se­ries Three:

_Es­says on the Stage_

No. 3

Anony­mous [at­tribut­ed to Thomas Han­mer], _Some Re­marks on the Tragedy of Ham­let, Prince of Den­mark, Writ­ten by Mr. William Shake­speare_ (1736).

With an In­tro­duc­tion by Clarence D. Thor­pe

and

a Bib­li­ograph­ical Note

The Au­gus­tan Reprint So­ci­ety Septem­ber, 1947 _Price_: 75c

_GEN­ER­AL ED­ITORS_ RICHARD C. BOYS, _Uni­ver­si­ty of Michi­gan_ ED­WARD NILES HOOK­ER, _Uni­ver­si­ty of Cal­ifor­nia, Los An­ge­les_ H.T. SWE­DEN­BERG, JR., _Uni­ver­si­ty of Cal­ifor­nia, Los An­ge­les_

_AD­VI­SO­RY ED­ITORS_ EM­METT L. AV­ERY, _State Col­lege of Wash­ing­ton_ LOUIS I. BRED­VOLD, _Uni­ver­si­ty of Michi­gan_ BEN­JAMIN BOYCE, _Uni­ver­si­ty of Ne­bras­ka_ CLEANTH BROOKS, _Louisiana State Uni­ver­si­ty_ JAMES L. CLIF­FORD, _Columbia Uni­ver­si­ty_ ARTHUR FRIED­MAN, _Uni­ver­si­ty of Chica­go_ SAMUEL H. MONK, _Uni­ver­si­ty of Min­neso­ta_ JAMES SUTHER­LAND, _Queen Mary Col­lege, Lon­don_

Litho­print­ed from copy sup­plied by au­thor by Ed­wards Broth­ers, Inc. Ann Ar­bor, Michi­gan, U.S.A. 1947

IN­TRO­DUC­TION

The iden­ti­ty of the “Anony­mous” of _Some Re­marks on Ham­let Prince of Den­mark_ has nev­er been es­tab­lished. The tra­di­tion that Han­mer wrote the es­say had its high­ly du­bi­ous ori­gin in a sin­gle un­sup­port­ed state­ment by Sir Hen­ry Bun­bury, made over one hun­dred years af­ter the work was writ­ten, in his _Cor­re­spon­dence of Sir Thomas Han­mer, with a Mem­oir of His Life_ (Lon­don, 1838), to the ef­fect that he had rea­son to be­lieve that Han­mer was the au­thor. The ev­idence against this bare sur­mise is such, how­ev­er, as to com­pel as­sent to Pro­fes­sor Louns­bury's judg­ment that Han­mer's au­thor­ship “is so im­prob­able that it may be called im­pos­si­ble” (_Shake­speare as a Dra­mat­ic Artist_, 60). I have else­where set down rea­sons for my own be­lief that Han­mer could have had noth­ing to do with the com­po­si­tion of the es­say, ar­gu­ing on grounds of ideas, at­ti­tudes, style, and oth­er in­ter­nal ev­idence (“Thomas Han­mer and the Anony­mous Es­say on _Ham­let_,” _MLN_61 [1934], 493-498). With­out go­ing over the case again, I wish here mere­ly to reaf­firm my con­vic­tion that Han­mer was not the au­thor, and to say that it would seem that the dif­fer­ence in styles and the at­ti­tude of Anony­mous to­ward Pope and Theobald are alone con­vinc­ing proof that Han­mer had no part in the _Re­marks_. Han­mer's style is stiff, for­mal, pedan­tic; the style of the es­say is free, easy, di­rect, more in the Ad­di­son man­ner. Han­mer was a dis­ci­ple of Pope's, and in his Pref­ace to his Shake­speare and in his edi­tion as a whole shows al­le­giance to Pope. Anony­mous, on the con­trary, de­ci­sive­ly, though ur­bane­ly, re­jects Pope's edi­tion in fa­vor of Theobald's text and notes. The fact that Theobald was at that time still the king of dunces in the _Dun­ci­ad_, adds to the im­prob­abil­ity that an ad­mir­er of Pope's, as Han­mer cer­tain­ly was, would pay Theobald such hon­or.

Most care­ful schol­ars of our day go no fur­ther on the ques­tion of au­thor­ship than to note that the es­say has been “at­tribut­ed” to Han­mer; some, like Pro­fes­sor Stoll, seem to have dropped the idea that Han­mer was in any way con­nect­ed with it and safe­ly speak of “the au­thor” or “the anony­mous au­thor”; I re­call on­ly one case in re­cent years of an all-​out, in­cau­tious as­sign­ment of the au­thor­ship to Han­mer (“Ham­let among the Mech­anists,” _Shake­speare As­so­ci­ation Bul­letin_ 17 [Ju­ly, 1942], 138). It would seem ad­vis­able to fol­low Stoll's lead and ig­nore Han­mer en­tire­ly.

The anony­mous es­say has been of con­tin­ued in­ter­est to stu­dents of Shake­speare. Echoes of its ideas if not its words ap­pear in such lat­er crit­ics of the eigh­teenth cen­tu­ry as Gen­tle­man, Steevens, Richard­son, and Mor­gann; in 1790 Mal­one copied out some two pages of the best of it for pub­li­ca­tion; and in 1864 the whole was reprint­ed, a not too usu­al thing for an ob­scure eigh­teenth cen­tu­ry pam­phlet. Present-​day stu­dents of Shake­speare, among them D.N. Smith, Louns­bury, Bab­cock, Lawrence, and Stoll have treat­ed the es­say with un­vary­ing re­spect. Re­mark­ing that it an­tic­ipates some of John­son's ar­gu­ments, Smith calls it in gen­er­al a “well-​writ­ten, in­ter­est­ing book” great­ly su­pe­ri­or to the anony­mous es­say on Ham­let of 1752 (_Eigh­teenth Cen­tu­ry Es­says on Shake­speare_, xxn). Lawrence has re­cent­ly praised a se­lect­ed pas­sage for its “wise words ... which may be pon­dered with prof­it” (Ham­let and Fort­in­bras, _PM­LA_61 [1946], 697). And Stoll, who has ob­vi­ous­ly read the book with care, has found in one of its state­ments the very “be­gin­ning of his­tor­ical crit­icism” (PQ 24 [1945], 291; _Shake­speare Stud­ies_, 212n.), and has else­where seen much to com­mend in it.

Rea­sons for such at­ten­tion are not dif­fi­cult to find; for the _Re­marks_ is both in­trin­si­cal­ly and his­tor­ical­ly an im­por­tant piece of crit­icism. It is still worth read­ing for more than one pas­sage of dis­cern­ing anal­ysis and apt com­ment on scene, speech, or char­ac­ter, and for cer­tain not un­fruit­ful ex­cur­sions in­to the field of gen­er­al aes­thet­ics; while his­tor­ical­ly it is a sort of land­mark in Shake­spear­ian lit­er­ature. Stand­ing chrono­log­ical­ly al­most mid­way be­tween Dry­den and John­son, Kames, and Richard­son, the _Re­marks_ shows de­ci­sive­ly the di­rec­tion in which crit­icism, un­der the steadi­ly mount­ing pres­sure of lib­er­al, em­pir­ical thought, is trav­el­ing. This lit­tle un­pre­ten­tious book gath­ers in­to it­self, ei­ther in faint ad­um­bra­tion or in fair­ly ad­vanced form, the ten­den­cies in method and ideas that are to re­make crit­icism in the eigh­teenth cen­tu­ry. There are re­flect­ed here the grow­ing dis­trust of the “Rules” and the deep­en­ing faith in mind as the mea­sure and in imag­ina­tion as the in­stru­ment. There is al­so added recog­ni­tion of the in­tegri­ty of ef­fects as a fac­tor in judg­ing lit­er­ature.

Anony­mous is an ear­li­er mem­ber of the School of Taste. He is none-​the-​less con­cerned with firm prin­ci­ples by which to jus­ti­fy his ac­cep­tances and re­jec­tions. His an­nounced over-​all rule is con­for­mi­ty to “Rea­son and Na­ture”--old words that he us­es in the new­er way. But he is al­so hand­ily equipped with a stock of stub­born­ly con­ser­va­tive prin­ci­ples, reach­ing at times the sta­tus of bias, that serve to hold his taste in bal­ance and ef­fec­tive­ly check un­re­strained ad­mi­ra­tion.

This con­ser­va­tive side of Anony­mous must not pass un­no­ticed, for it is the part of him that most close­ly iden­ti­fies him with his fore­bears and so throws his more orig­inal, in­de­pen­dent side in­to stronger re­lief. Our au­thor is, not un­ex­pect­ed­ly, an in­vari­able moral­ist; is through­out a stick­ler for dig­ni­ty; is sen­si­tive to ab­sur­di­ties, im­pro­pri­eties, and slips in deco­rum; will have no truck with tra­gi-​com­edy in any of its forms. He hates puns and bom­bast, de­mands re­fine­ment in speech and re­straint in man­ners. He re­gards Ham­let's speech­es to Ophe­lia in the Play­er scene as a vi­ola­tion of pro­pri­ety, is shocked by the lack of de­cen­cy in the rep­re­sen­ta­tion of Ophe­lia's mad­ness, finds Ham­let's fre­quent lev­ity and the buf­foon­ery of Polo­nius alike re­gret­table --Shake­speare's fa­vorite foible, he feels, is “that of rais­ing a laugh.” The in­tro­duc­tion of Fort­in­bras and his army on the stage is “an Ab­sur­di­ty”; the grave-​dig­gers' scene is “very un­be­com­ing to tragedy”; the satire on the “Chil­dren of the Chapel” is not al­low­able in this kind of piece.

In all these things Anony­mous is an up­hold­er of the tra­di­tion of true, re­strained wit. But un­like some of his con­tem­po­raries, he has a for­mu­la for dis­count­ing faults. “But we should be very cau­tious in find­ing Fault with Men of such ex­alt­ed Ge­nius as our Au­thor cer­tain­ly was, lest we should blame them when in re­al­ity the Fault lies in our own slow Con­cep­tions ...” This is the lan­guage of tol­er­ance, a tol­er­ance that can over­look faults for the sake of greater beau­ties--one of the dis­tinct marks of the new crit­icism to which the _Re­marks_ be­longs.

The es­say starts out in a bold­ly chal­leng­ing tone. Crit­icism, says the au­thor, has been bad­ly abused: it has been re­gard­ed as an ex­cuse for the ill-​na­tured to find fault or for the bet­ter-​na­tured to eu­lo­gize. But true crit­icism has for its end “to set in the best light all Beau­ties, and to touch up­on De­fects no more than is nec­es­sary.” Be­yond this it seeks to set up a right taste for the age. His own pur­pose is to ex­am­ine a great tragedy “ac­cord­ing to the Rules of Rea­son and Na­ture, with­out hav­ing any re­gard to those Rules es­tab­lished by ar­bi­trary Dog­ma­tiz­ing Crit­ics ...” More specif­ical­ly, he pro­pos­es to show the why of our plea­sure in this piece: “And as to those things which charm by a cer­tain se­cret Force, and strike us we know not how, or why; I be­lieve it will not be dis­agree­able, if I shew to ev­ery­one the Rea­son why they are pleas'd ...” This, it need hard­ly be ob­served, is all pret­ty much in the vein of Ad­di­son, whom the au­thor ex­tols and whose pa­pers on _Par­adise Lost_, he tells us, have fur­nished a mod­el for the present un­der­tak­ing. Through­out his crit­icism Ad­di­son had dep­re­cat­ed mere fault-​find­ing and had urged the pos­itive ap­proach of em­pha­sis on beau­ties. In the last twelve es­says on Mil­ton's po­em he had shown a new way in crit­ical writ­ing, the way of par­tic­ular as op­posed to gen­er­al crit­icism, with the se­lec­tion of spe­cif­ic de­tails for praise and ex­pli­ca­tion; in his es­say on the Imag­ina­tion he had sought to find a ra­tio­nale for that kind of crit­icism: in which a man of true taste, go­ing be­yond the me­chan­ical rules, “would en­ter in­to the very Spir­it and Soul of Fine Writ­ing, and shew us the sev­er­al Sources of that Plea­sure which ris­es in the Mind up­on the Pe­rusal of a No­ble Work.” With such ideas in mind, Anony­mous pro­ceeds to study _Ham­let_, in what is prob­ably the first act-​by-​act, scene-​by-​scene anal­ysis of a play in En­glish, ac­cord­ing to his un­der­stand­ing of the prin­ci­ples of the “new crit­icism” as he finds them il­lus­trat­ed in Ad­di­son's the­ory and prac­tice.

Hav­ing brushed aside the “fan­ta­stick Rules” of the con­ven­tion­al crit­ics, he pro­ceeds to ap­ply his laws of “Rea­son and Na­ture” as cri­te­ria by which to test the va­lid­ity of Shake­speare's ef­fects and to dis­cov­er the cause of these ef­fects. The re­sults he achieves are in part con­di­tioned by his in­ter­pre­ta­tion of his ba­sic terms. Rea­son and Na­ture had been in­voked by many pre­vi­ous crit­ics; but to Anony­mous these words are not what they were to Boileau and Pope. They par­tic­ular­ly have noth­ing, or next to noth­ing, to do with the Deis­tic con­cept of a uni­ver­sal na­ture of ex­ter­nal di­ver­si­ty but of an in­ter­nal ra­tio­nal and uni­ver­sal or­der, which art re­veals and to which art at its best con­forms. To Anony­mous, who in this is fol­low­ing the lead of the Hob­bian school, the na­ture that is the norm by which Shake­speare is to be judged is mere­ly hu­man na­ture, used as Whate­ly, Richard­son, and Mor­gann are to use it lat­er, and as John­son us­es it when he ar­gues that there is an ap­peal open from cus­tom to na­ture. Anony­mous' in­ter­est is in the way the mind works and the way peo­ple cus­tom­ar­ily act. So al­so when he talks about rea­son, he is think­ing on­ly of what is ac­cept­able to a log­ical, healthy mind. He has no thought of iden­ti­fy­ing na­ture or rea­son with the tra­di­tion­al Rules or with Homer. On the con­trary, he is will­ing to set both of them quite apart from, or even in op­po­si­tion to the Rules (with a qual­ify­ing con­ces­sion that they may some­times meet), and he def­inite­ly re­nounces obli­ga­tion to show that Shake­speare bears any re­la­tion to the an­cients what­ev­er, deny­ing at the same time the val­ue of the cus­tom­ary shows of learn­ing in dis­cussing his work. For Shake­speare ap­par­ent­ly drew lit­tle from the au­thors of an­tiq­ui­ty: “Na­ture was our great Po­et's Mis­tress; her alone has he fol­lowed as his Con­duc­tress.”

Such a view is eman­ci­pa­to­ry. Free the crit­ic from the idea that na­ture and the an­cients are the same and that rea­son and the laws as­cribed to the an­cients are iden­ti­cal, and he is ready to look at mod­ern lit­er­ature with an in­de­pen­dent judg­ment and to see what it is like and what it is worth in and by it­self. Re­lease the crit­ic from the ne­ces­si­ty of re­gard­ing na­ture as uni­ver­sal or­der and rea­son as the di­rec­tive of this or­der, and, what­ev­er the loss in philo­soph­ic con­cept, he is ready for a more spe­cif­ic and par­tic­ular in­ves­ti­ga­tion that turns its at­ten­tion to ba­sic hu­man be­hav­ior and the ba­sic ways of the mind as the cri­te­ri­on by which to judge artis­tic rep­re­sen­ta­tion. No need now for quaint par­al­lels with the an­cients to jus­ti­fy mod­ern prac­tice, nor for schol­ar­ly ar­gu­ments to prove learn­ing; all that is re­quired is to prove ad­her­ence to com­mon na­ture and com­mon ra­tio­nal­ity. This is the ground up­on which Anony­mous stands, and it is the ground up­on which Mor­gann is to stand when he gives us the “Fal­staff of Na­ture,” and John­son when he presents Shake­speare as the drama­tist who is “above all mod­ern writ­ers the po­et of na­ture,” whose “per­sons act and speak by the in­flu­ence of those gen­er­al pas­sions by which all minds are ag­itat­ed,” whose “dra­ma is the mir­ror of life,” in which his read­ers may find “hu­man sen­ti­ments in hu­man lan­guage,” whose prac­tices are to be judged not by ap­peal to the rules of crit­icism, but by ref­er­ence to the au­thor's de­sign and the great law of na­ture and rea­son.

This po­si­tion opens the way for fur­ther ad­vances. Thus, be­gin­ning with the as­sump­tion that the mind of the spec­ta­tor or the read­er is the chief ar­biter in such mat­ters, Anony­mous gives us what is per­haps the most en­light­ened com­ment on prob­abil­ity and il­lu­sion to be found in the pe­ri­od be­tween Dry­den and Co­leridge. His test for prob­abil­ity is what the imag­ina­tion will read­ily ac­cept; and the imag­ina­tion, he says, will bear a “strong Im­po­si­tion.” Rea­son, to be sure, de­mands that ac­tions and speech­es shall be “nat­ural”--but nat­ural with­in the frame­work of the sit­ua­tion and char­ac­ter as es­tab­lished by the drama­tist on the imag­ina­tive lev­el. The au­thor's words on il­lu­sion re­call the pas­sage in Dry­den about rea­son's suf­fer­ing it­self to be “hood­winked” by imag­ina­tive pre­sen­ta­tion, fore­shad­ow Co­leridge's “will­ing sus­pen­sion of dis­be­lief,” and di­rect­ly sug­gest John­son's pas­sages on the sub­ject. Ex­pe­ri­ence will show, he says, “that no Dra­mat­ick Piece can af­fect us but by the Delu­sion of our Imag­ina­tion; which, to taste true and re­al Plea­sures at such Rep­re­sen­ta­tions, must un­der­go a very great Im­po­si­tion.” For ex­am­ple, on our stage all na­tions speak En­glish, and shock no one; al­so the ac­tors are rec­og­nized as ac­tors and not as the per­sons rep­re­sent­ed, and the stage as a stage and not Rome, or Den­mark. With­out such im­po­si­tion “farewell all Dra­mat­ick Per­for­mances.”

And then, in con­tin­ua­tion of this pre-​John­so­ni­an (and pre-​Co­leridgean) ar­gu­ment he goes on to say that delu­sion must be ac­cept­ed, nev­er, how­ev­er, in de­fi­ance of our rea­son but with the ap­proval of our rea­son. That Shake­speare's plays cre­ate delu­sion with the as­sis­tance of rea­son is proved by the suc­cess they have so long en­joyed. Sub­lim­ity of sen­ti­ments, ex­alt­ed dic­tion, and “in short all the Charms of his Po­et­ry, far out­weigh any lit­tle ab­sur­di­ties in his Plots.” He knew how to work up “great and mov­ing Cir­cum­stances in such a Way as to af­fect our Pas­sions strong­ly.” The word used here through­out is _delu­sion_, but the sense, just as is large­ly the case with John­son, is _il­lu­sion_--not a de­mand for such a verisimil­itude as will de­ceive, but for such rep­re­sen­ta­tion as will lead the imag­ina­tion to vol­un­tary, plea­sur­able ac­cep­tance.

Like­wise, when Anony­mous con­sid­ers uni­ty his em­pha­sis, like John­son's and Hurd's, is no longer on the me­chan­ical uni­ties but on uni­ty of de­sign. “When Shake­speare's plan is un­der­stood most of the crit­icisms of Rymer and Voltaire van­ish away,” John­son was to write some thir­ty years lat­er. Anony­mous holds steadi­ly for the in­tegri­ty of Shake­speare's plan in Ham­let. Of Act I, iii he says, “Con­cern­ing the De­sign of this scene, we shall find it is nec­es­sary to­wards the whole plot of the Play”; he speaks of I, iv as an “im­por­tant Scene, on which turns the Whole Play”; the killing of Polo­nious, he ex­plains, “was in Con­for­mi­ty to the Plan _Shake­speare_ built his Play up­on”; and fi­nal­ly, of the piece as a whole, he as­serts that “there is not one Scene but what some way or oth­er con­duces to­ward the _De­nou­ment_ of the Whole; and thus the Uni­ty of Ac­tion is in­dis­putably kept up by ev­ery­thing tend­ing to what we may call the main De­sign, and it all hangs by Con­se­quence so close to­geth­er, that no Scene can be omit­ted, with­out Prej­udice to the Whole.” When one re­calls that the idea of uni­ty of de­sign as evolved in Thomas Warton, Hurd, and John­son was the in­ter­me­di­ate step on the way to a full the­ory of or­gan­ic uni­ty we see the im­por­tance of such pas­sages in the for­ward march of crit­icism.

There is in the _Re­marks_ a clos­er ex­am­ina­tion of event and char­ac­ter than is usu­al in the pe­ri­od, again in the light of what it rea­son­able and nat­ural. The in­cludes some “psy­chol­ogiz­ing” of per­sons in the play, specif­ical­ly in par­tial anal­yses of Laertes, Polo­nious, and Ham­let, enough to fore­shad­ow the lat­er vogue but none of it very re­mark­able. More wor­thy of no­tice is the au­thor's use of a psy­cho­log­ical method that is to reap­pear in de­vel­oped form in Co­leridge: that is, a study of suc­ces­sive scenes lead­ing to a cli­mac­tic mo­ment--in this case Ham­let's meet­ing with the ghost--for ev­idence of a skill­ful work­ing up through right prepara­to­ry touch­es to a point where the au­di­ence, in the words of Anony­mous, “are forced ... en­tire­ly to sus­pend their most fixed Opin­ions and be­lieve ...” This may have been done be­fore in crit­icism; but if so I do not my­self re­call it.

I should like, al­so, to risk the sug­ges­tion that to the au­thor of _Some Re­marks_ should go the hon­or of the ear­li­est ad­um­bra­tion of the “Ham­let prob­lem.” For here, be­fore Fran­cis Gen­tle­man or Steevens or Richard­son, Anony­mous has raised the tan­ta­lis­ing ques­tion of the why of Ham­let's con­duct, the prob­lem of his de­lay in ef­fect­ing his re­venge, and has glanced at an an­swer. Anony­mous in no wise ap­proves of Ham­let's mad­ness: it was, he thinks, the best pos­si­ble way to thwart his de­sign of re­venge and it was car­ried on with un­seem­ly lack of dig­ni­ty. Shake­speare has fol­lowed his sources too close­ly, with bad re­sults. There ap­pears “no Rea­son at all in Na­ture, why the young prince did not put the Usurp­er to Death as soon as pos­si­ble.” To be sure this would have end­ed the play; the po­et must there­fore de­lay the hero's re­venge. But, in­sists Anony­mous, “then he should have con­trived some good Rea­son for it.” This is clear­ly recog­ni­tion of the vex­ing prob­lem that has since oc­cu­pied the at­ten­tion of un­num­bered crit­ics--if not in full state­ment, at least in its es­sen­tials.

Such ex­am­ples sug­gest the sem­inal qual­ity of the best of this lit­tle book. The writ­er was ob­vi­ous­ly a man who read close­ly and re­flect­ed to good ef­fect on what he read, with the re­sult that he saw new things and helped open new prob­lems and point the way to a gen­er­al­ly more fruit­ful study of his au­thor. Be­cause of this and its pre­vail­ing sound crit­ical qual­ities the anony­mous es­say ranks with the more im­por­tant Shake­spear­ian doc­uments of the cen­tu­ry. The ed­itors of the _Au­gus­tan_ Reprints are to be com­mend­ed for their de­ci­sion to give it a place in their valu­able se­ries. A crit­ical work which is so vi­able, which has so many points of con­tact with oth­er good Shake­spear­ian crit­icism, and which is in it­self so stim­ulat­ing in ap­proach and spe­cif­ic idea de­serves the added ac­ces­si­bil­ity which such pub­li­ca­tion per­mits.

Uni­ver­si­ty of Michi­gan Clarence D. Thor­pe

Reprint­ed from the British Mu­se­um copy by per­mis­sion of The Trustees of the British Mu­se­um.

_There is hard­ly any Thing which has been more abus'd than the Art of Crit­icism; it has been turned to so many bad Pur­pos­es among us, that the very Word it self has al­most to­tal­ly lost its gen­uine and nat­ural Sig­ni­fi­ca­tion; for Peo­ple gen­er­al­ly un­der­stand by Crit­icism, find­ing fault with a Work; and from thence, when we call a Man a Cr­it­ick, we usu­al­ly mean, one dis­posed to blame, and sel­dom to com­mend. Where­as in Truth, a re­al Cr­it­ick, in the prop­er Sense of that Word, is one whose con­stant En­deav­our it is to set in the best Light all Beau­ties, and to touch up­on De­fects no more than is nec­es­sary; to point out how such may be avoid­ed for the fu­ture, and to set­tle, if pos­si­ble, a right Taste among those of the Age in which he lives.

Ill-​na­ture, and a Propen­si­ty to set any Work in a ridicu­lous and false Light, are so far from be­ing the Char­ac­ter­isticks of a true Cr­it­ick, that they are the cer­tain Marks where­by we may know that a Man has not the true Spir­it of Crit­icism in him.

There is a Weak­ness op­po­site to this, which in­deed is bet­ter natur'd, but is, how­ev­er, vi­cious; and that is, the be­ing big­ot­ted to an Au­thor; in­so­much that Men of this Stamp, when they un­der­take to ex­plain or com­ment up­on any Writ­er, they will not al­low him to have any De­fects; nay, so far from that, they find out Beau­ties in him which can be so to none but them­selves, and give Turns to his Ex­pres­sions, and lend him Thoughts which were nev­er his De­sign, or nev­er en­ter'd in­to his Brain.

Of all our Coun­try­men, Mr._ Ad­di­son _is the best in Crit­icism, the most ex­empt from the Faults I men­tion; for his Pa­pers up­on_ Mil­ton's Par­adise Lost, _I look up­on as the true Mod­el for all Cr­it­icks to fol­low. In those we see the Beau­ties and Faults of that great Po­et weigh'd in the most ex­act and im­par­tial Scales.

Those ex­cel­lent Pa­pers first gave me an Idea of pub­lish­ing the fol­low­ing Sheets. Hap­py! if I can but any ways fol­low such a Guide, though at ev­er so great a Dis­tance; since I am well per­suad­ed, that by this Means I can nev­er be to­tal­ly in Er­ror, tho' I may some­times de­vi­ate for want of prop­er Abil­ities!

Crit­icism in gen­er­al, is what few of our Coun­try­men have suc­ceed­ed in: In that re­spect, our Neigh­bours have got the bet­ter of us; al­tho' we can just­ly boast of the com­pleat­est Es­say on that Sub­ject that has been pub­lish'd in any Lan­guage, in which al­most ev­ery Line, and ev­ery Word, con­vey such Im­ages, and such Beau­ties, as were nev­er be­fore found in so small a Com­pass, and of whose Au­thor it may prop­er­ly be said, in that re­spect,_

He is him­self that great Sub­lime he draws.

_I would not have the Read­er imag­ine, that I be­lieve I have point­ed out all the Ex­cel­len­cies in this Tragedy; I am not so vain as to think so. Be­sides, these Pa­pers are too few to con­tain them; and I have so lit­tle of Pre­sump­tion in me, that I did not think it rea­son­able to put my Read­ers to a greater Ex­pence, by en­larg­ing on the Sub­ject, un­til I find that they them­selves are not averse to it._

_This is all I have to say at present; what­ev­er else is nec­es­sary to premise, will be found in the In­tro­duc­tion to the Re­marks, to which I re­fer._

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SOME RE­MARKS ON THE TRAGEDY OF

_Ham­let_ Prince of _Den­mark_.

I am go­ing to do what to some may ap­pear ex­trav­agant, but by those of a true Taste in Works of Ge­nius will be ap­prov'd of. I in­tend to ex­am­ine one of the Pieces of the great­est Trag­ick Writ­er that ev­er liv'd, (ex­cept _Sopho­cles_ and _Eu­ripi­des_,) ac­cord­ing to the Rules of Rea­son and Na­ture, with­out hav­ing any re­gard to those Rules es­tab­lished by Ar­bi­trary Dog­ma­tis­ing Cr­it­icks, on­ly as they can be brought to bear that Test.

Among the many Parts of this great Po­et's Char­ac­ter, so of­ten giv­en by some of our best Writ­ers, I shall par­tic­ular­ly dwell up­on those which they have the least in­sist­ed on, which will, how­ev­er, put ev­ery Thing he has pro­duc'd in its true and prop­er Light.

He had (be­yond Dis­pute) a most un­bound­ed Ge­nius, very lit­tle reg­ulat­ed by Art.

His par­tic­ular Ex­cel­len­cy con­sists in the Va­ri­ety and Sin­gu­lar­ity of his Char­ac­ters, and in the con­stant Con­for­mi­ty of each Char­ac­ter to it self from its very first set­ting out in the Play, quite to the End. And still fur­ther, no Po­et ev­er came up to him, in the No­ble­ness and Sub­lim­ity of Thought, so fre­quent in his Tragedies, and all ex­press'd with the most En­er­gick Com­pre­hen­sive­ness of Dic­tion.

And it must more­over be ob­served, as to his Char­ac­ters, that al­though there are some en­tire­ly of his own In­ven­tion, and such as none but so great a Ge­nius could in­vent; yet he is so re­mark­ably hap­py in fol­low­ing of Na­ture, that (if I may so ex­press it) he does it even in Char­ac­ters which are not in Na­ture. To clear up this Para­dox, my Mean­ing is, that if we can but once sup­pose such Char­ac­ters to ex­ist, then we must al­low they must think and act ex­act­ly as he has de­scribed them.

This is but a short Sketch of the main Part of _Shake­speare's_ par­tic­ular Ex­cel­len­cies; the oth­ers will be tak­en No­tice of in the Progress of my Re­marks. And if I am so hap­py as to point out some Beau­ties not yet dis­cov­ered, or at least not put in the Light they ought to be, I hope I shall de­serve my Read­er's Thanks, who will there­by, I imag­ine, re­ceive that Plea­sure which I have al­ways done up­on any new Dis­cov­ery of this sort, whether made by my own Labour, or by the Pen­etra­tion of oth­ers: And as to those Things which charm by a cer­tain se­cret Force, and strike us we know not how, or why; I be­lieve it will not be dis­agree­able, if I shew to ev­ery one the Rea­son why they are pleas'd, and by that Con­fed­er­ation they will be ca­pac­itat­ed to dis­cov­er still more and more Charms in the Works of this great Po­et, and there­by in­crease their Plea­sure with­out End.

I do not pre­tend, in Pub­lish­ing these Re­marks of mine, to ar­ro­gate any Su­pe­ri­or­ity of Ge­nius; but I think ev­ery one should con­tribute to the Im­prove­ment of some Branch or oth­er of Lit­er­ature in this Coun­try of ours, and thus fur­nish out his Share to­wards the Bet­ter­ing of the Minds of his Coun­try­men, by af­ford­ing some Hon­est Amuse­ments, which can en­ter­tain a Man, and help to re­fine his Taste, and im­prove his Un­der­stand­ing, and no Ways at the Ex­pence of his Hon­esty and Virtue. In the Course of these Re­marks, I shall make use of the Edi­tion of this Po­et, giv­en us by Mr. _Theobalds_, be­cause he is gen­er­al­ly thought to have un­der­stood our Au­thor best, and cer­tain­ly de­serves the Ap­plause of all his Coun­try­men for the great Pains he has been at to give us the best Edi­tion of this Po­et, which has yet ap­pear'd. I would not have Mr. _Pope_ of­fend­ed at what I say, for I look up­on him as the great­est Ge­nius in Po­et­ry that has ev­er ap­pear'd in _Eng­land_: But the Province of an Ed­itor and a Com­men­ta­tor is quite for­eign to that of a Po­et. The for­mer en­deav­ours to give us an Au­thor as he is; the lat­ter, by the Cor­rect­ness and Ex­cel­len­cy of his own Ge­nius, is of­ten tempt­ed to give us an Au­thor as he thinks he ought to be.

Be­fore I pro­ceed to the par­tic­ular Parts of this Tragedy, I must premise, that the great Ad­mir­ers of our Po­et can­not be of­fend­ed, if I point out some of his Im­per­fec­tions, since they will find that they are very few in Pro­por­tion to his Beau­ties. Amongst the for­mer, we may reck­on some _Anachro­nisms_, and al­so the in­or­di­nate Length of Time sup­posed to be em­ploy'd in sev­er­al of his Pieces; add to all this, that the Plots of his Plays in gen­er­al, are charged with some lit­tle Ab­sur­di­ty or oth­er. But then, how eas­ily may we for­give this, when we re­flect up­on his many Ex­cel­len­cies! The Tragedy that is now com­ing un­der our Ex­am­ina­tion, is one of the best of his Pieces, and strikes us with a cer­tain Awe and Se­ri­ous­ness of Mind, far be­yond those Plays whose Whole Plot turns up­on ve­he­ment and un­con­troula­ble Love, such as are most of our mod­ern Tragedies. These cer­tain­ly have not the great Ef­fect that oth­ers have, which turn ei­ther up­on Am­bi­tion, the Love of one's Coun­try, or Pa­ter­nal or Fil­ial Ten­der­ness. Ac­cord­ing­ly we find, that few among the An­cients, and hard­ly any of our Au­thor's Plays, are built up­on the Pas­sion of Love in a di­rect Man­ner; by which I mean, that they have not the mu­tu­al At­tach­ment of a Lover and his Mis­tress for their chief Ba­sis. Love will al­ways make a great Fig­ure in Tragedy, if on­ly its chief Branch­es be made use of; as for in­stance, Jeal­ousy (as in _Oth­el­lo_) or the beau­ti­ful Dis­tress of Man and Wife (as in _Romeo_ and _Juli­et_) but nev­er when the whole Play is found­ed up­on two Lovers de­sir­ing to pos­sess each oth­er: And one of the Rea­sons for this seems to be, that this last Species of that Pas­sion is more com­mon­ly met with than the for­mer, and so con­se­quent­ly strikes us less. Add to this, that there may a Sus­pi­cion arise, that the Pas­sion of Love in a di­rect Man­ner may be more sen­su­al than in those Branch­es which I have men­tion'd; which Sus­pi­cion is suf­fi­cient to take from its Dig­ni­ty, and lessen our Ven­er­ation for it. Of all _Shake­speare's_ Tragedies, none can sur­pass this, as to the no­ble Pas­sions which it nat­ural­ly rais­es in us. That the Read­er may see what our Po­et had to work up­on, I shall in­sert the Plan of it as abridged from _Saxo-​Gram­mati­cus's_ _Dan­ish_ His­to­ry by Mr. _Theobalds_. “The His­to­ri­an calls our Po­ets Hero _Am­lethus_, his Fa­ther _Hor­wendil­lus_, his Un­cle _Fen­go_, and his Moth­er _Gerutha_. The old King in sin­gle Com­bat, slew _Collerus_ King of _Nor­way_; _Fen­go_ makes away with his Broth­er _Hor­wendil­lus_, and mar­ries his Wid­ow _Gerutha_. _Am­lethus_, to avoid be­ing sus­pect­ed by his Un­cle of De­signs, as­sumes a Form of ut­ter Mad­ness. A fine Wom­an is plant­ed up­on him, to try if he would yield to the Im­pres­sions of Love. _Fen­go_ con­trives, that _Am­lethus_, in or­der to sound him, should be clos­et­ted by his Moth­er. A Man is con­ceal'd in the Rush­es to over­hear their Dis­course; whom _Am­lethus_ dis­cov­ers and kills. When the Queen is fright­ed at this Be­haviour of his; he tasks her about her crim­inal Course of Life, and in­ces­tu­ous Con­ver­sa­tion with her for­mer Hus­band's Mur­ther­er; con­fess­es his Mad­ness is but coun­ter­feit­ed, to pro­tect him­self, and se­cure his Re­venge for his Fa­ther; to which he in­joins the Queen's Si­lence. _Fen­go_ sends _Am­lethus_ to _Britain_: Two of the King's Ser­vants at­tend him with Let­ters to the _British_ King, stri­cy­ly press­ing the Death of _Am­lethus_, who, in the Night Time, com­ing at their Com­mis­sion, over­reads it, forms a new One, and turns the De­struc­tion de­signed to­wards him­self on the Bear­ers of the Let­ters. _Am­lethus_ re­turn­ing Home, by a Wile sur­prizes and kills his Un­cle.” I shall have Oc­ca­sion to re­mark in the Se­quel, that in one Par­tic­ular he has fol­low'd the Plan so close­ly as to pro­duce an Ab­sur­di­ty in his Plot. And I must premise al­so this, that in my Ex­am­ina­tion of the whole Con­duct of the Play, the Read­er must not be sur­prised, if I cen­sure any Part of it, al­though it be en­tire­ly in Con­for­mi­ty to the Plan the Au­thor has cho­sen; be­cause it is easy to con­ceive, that a Po­et's Judg­ment is par­tic­ular­ly shewn in chus­ing the prop­er Cir­cum­stances, and re­ject­ing the im­prop­er Ones of the Ground-​work which he rais­es his Play up­on. In gen­er­al we are to take No­tice, that as His­to­ry ran very low in his Days, most of his Plays are found­ed up­on some old wretched Chron­icler, or some emp­ty _Ital­ian_ Nov­el­ist; but the more base and mean were his Ma­te­ri­als, so much more ought we to ad­mire His Skill, Who has been able to work up his Pieces to such Sub­lim­ity from such low Orig­inals. Had he had the Ad­van­tages of many of his Suc­ces­sors, ought not we to be­lieve, that he would have made the great­est Use of them? I shall not in­sist up­on the Mer­it of those who first break through the thick Mist of _Bar­barism_ in Po­et­ry, which was so strong about the Time our Po­et writ, be­cause this must be eas­ily sen­si­ble to ev­ery Read­er who has the least Tinc­ture of Let­ters; but thus much we must ob­serve, that be­fore his Time there were very few (if any) Dra­mat­ick Per­for­mances of any Trag­ick Writ­er, which de­serve to be re­mem­bred; so much were all the no­ble Orig­inals of An­tiq­ui­ty buried in Obliv­ion. One would think that the Works of _Sopho­cles_, _Eu­ripi­des_, &c. were Dis­cov­er­ies of the last Age on­ly; and not that they had ex­ist­ed for so many Cen­turies. There is some­thing very as­ton­ish­ing in the gen­er­al Ig­no­rance and Dull­ness of Taste, which for so long a Time over-​spread the World, af­ter it had been so glo­ri­ous­ly en­light­en'd by _Athens_ and _Rome_; es­pe­cial­ly as so many of their ex­cel­lent Mas­ter-​pieces were still re­main­ing, which one would have thought should have ex­cit­ed even the Brutes of those bar­barous Ages to have ex­am­ined them, and form'd them­selves ac­cord­ing to such Mod­els.

VOL. the 7th of Mr. _Theobald's Shake­speare_.

Page 225.

SCENE I

_Bernar­do_ and _Fran­cis­co_, two Cen­tinels.

Bernar­do. _Who's there?_ &c.

Noth­ing can be more con­formable to Rea­son, than that the Be­gin­ning of all Dra­mat­ick Per­for­mances (and in­deed of ev­ery oth­er kind of Poe­sie) should be with the great­est Sim­plic­ity, that so our Pas­sions maybe work'd up­on by De­grees. This Rule is very hap­pi­ly ob­serv'd in this Play; and it has this Ad­van­tage over many oth­ers, that it has Majesty and Sim­plic­ity joined to­geth­er. For this whole prepara­to­ry Dis­course to the Ghost's com­ing in, at the same Time that it is nec­es­sary to­wards lay­ing open the Scheme of the Play, cre­ates an Awe and At­ten­tion in the Spec­ta­tors, such as very well fits them to re­ceive the Ap­pear­ance of a Mes­sen­ger from the oth­er World, with all the Ter­ror and Se­ri­ous­ness nec­es­sary on the Oc­ca­sion. And sure­ly the Po­et has man­ag'd the Whole in such a Man­ner, that it is all en­tire­ly Nat­ural: And tho' most Men are well enough arm'd against all Be­lief of the Ap­pear­ances of Ghosts, yet they are forced, dur­ing the Rep­re­sen­ta­tion of this Piece, en­tire­ly to sus­pend their most fixed Opin­ions, and be­lieve that they do ac­tu­al­ly see a Phan­tom, and that the whole Plot of the Play is just­ly and nat­ural­ly found­ed up­on the Ap­pear­ance of this Spec­tre.

Page 227.

Mar­cell. HO­RA­TIO _says 'tis but our Phan­tasie, And will not let Be­lief take hold of Him, Touch­ing this dread­ed Sight twice seen of Us; There­fore I have in­treat­ed him along With us to watch the Min­utes of this Night; That if again this Ap­pari­tion come, He may ap­prove our Eyes, and speak to it._

HO­RA­TIO, _Tush, Tush, 'twill not ap­pear!_

These Speech­es help great­ly to de­ceive us; for they shew one of the prin­ci­pal Per­sons of the Dra­ma to be as in­cred­ulous, in Re­la­tion to the Ap­pear­ance of Phan­toms, as we can be; but that he is at last con­vinc'd of his Er­ror by the Help of his Eyes. For it is a Max­im en­tire­ly agree­able to Truth, if we con­sid­er hu­man Na­ture, that what­ev­er is su­per­nat­ural or im­prob­able, is much more like­ly to gain Cred­it with us, if it be in­tro­duced as such, and talk'd of as such by the Per­sons of the Dra­ma, but at last prov'd to be true, tho' an ex­traor­di­nary Thing, than if it were brought in as a Thing high­ly prob­able, and no one were made to bog­gle at the Be­lief of it. The Rea­son of this seems to be, that we can for once, up­on a very great Oc­ca­sion, al­low such an In­ci­dent as this to have hap­pen'd, if it be brought in as a Thing of great Rar­ity; but we can by no means so sus­pend our Judge­ment and Knowl­edge, or de­ceive Our Un­der­stand­ings, as to grant That to be com­mon and usu­al which we know to be en­tire­ly Su­per­nat­ural and Im­prob­able.

Page 227.

_En­ter the Ghost._

Here it is cer­tain, noth­ing could be bet­ter tim'd than the En­trance of this Spec­tre; for he comes in and con­vinces _Ho­ra­tio_, to save _Mar­cel­los_ the Trou­ble of re­peat­ing the whole Sto­ry, which would have been tire­some to the Spec­ta­tors, as these Gen­tle­men were obliged soon af­ter to re­late the Whole to Prince _Ham­let_.

Ho­ra­tio's Speech­es to the Ap­pari­tion are ex­ceed­ing Nat­ural, Awe­ful, and Great, and well suit­ed to the Oc­ca­sion and his own Char­ac­ter.

_What art Thou, that usurpest this Time of Night, To­geth­er with that fair and war­like Form, In which the Majesty of buried_ Den­mark _Did some Time march? By Heav­en, I charge thee speak_. Page 227.

The oth­er is Page 130.

---- _Stay Il­lu­sion! If thou hast any Sound, or Use of Voice, Speak to me! If there be any good Thing to be done, That may to thee do Ease, and Grace to me, Speak to me. If thou art privy to thy Coun­try's Fate, Which, hap­pi­ly, Fore-​know­ing may avoid, Oh Speak! Or if thou hast up­hoard­ed in thy Life Ex­tort­ed Trea­sure in the Womb of Earth, For which, they say, you Spir­its oft' walk in Death, Speak of it,--Stay and speak!--Stop it_ Mar­cel­lus.

His de­sir­ing _Mar­cel­lus_ to stop it, is al­so much in Na­ture, be­cause it shews a Per­tur­ba­tion of Mind, very much to be ex­pect­ed at such an In­ci­dent. For he must know, be­ing a Schol­ar, (as they term him) that Spir­its could not be stopp'd as Cor­po­re­al Sub­stances can.

But to re­turn to Page 228.

Bernar­do, _How now_ Ho­ra­tio! _you trem­ble and look pale_, &c.

This is en­tire­ly in Na­ture, for it can­not be sup­posed, that any Man, tho' nev­er so much en­du'd with For­ti­tude, could see so strange a Sight, so shock­ing to hu­man Na­ture, with­out some Com­mo­tion of his Frame, al­though the Brav­ery of his Mind makes him get the bet­ter of it.

Page 228.

Ho­ra­tio, _Be­fore my God, I might not this be­lieve, With­out the sen­si­ble and trite Avouch Of mine own Eyes_.

This Speech still helps on our De­cep­tion, for the Rea­sons I have al­ready giv­en.

Page 228.

Ho­ra­tio, _Such was the very Ar­mour he had on_, &c.

I have heard many Per­sons won­der why the Po­et should bring in this Ghost in com­plete Ar­mour. It does, I own, at first seem hard to be ac­count­ed for; but I think these Rea­sons may be giv­en for it, viz. We are to con­sid­er, that he could in­tro­duce him in these Dress­es on­ly; in his Re­gal Dress, in a Habit of In­ter­ment, in a com­mon Habit, or in some Phan­ta­stick one of his own In­ven­tion. Now let us ex­am­ine which was most like­ly to af­fect the Spec­ta­tors with Pas­sions prop­er to the Oc­ca­sion, and which could most prob­ably fur­nish out great Sen­ti­ments and fine Ex­pres­sions.

The Re­gal Habit has noth­ing un­com­mon in it, nor sur­pris­ing; nor could it give rise to any fine Im­ages. The Habit of In­ter­ment was some­thing too hor­ri­ble; for Ter­ror, not Hor­ror, is to be raised in the Spec­ta­tors. The com­mon Habit (or _Habit de Ville_, as the _French_ call it) was by no Means prop­er for the Oc­ca­sion.

It re­mains then, that the Po­et should chuse some Habit from his own Brain: But this cer­tain­ly could not be prop­er, be­cause In­ven­tion in such a Case, would be so much in Dan­ger of falling in­to the Grotesque, that it was not to be haz­ard­ed.

Now as to the Ar­mour, it was very suit­able to a King, who is de­scribed as a great War­rior, and is very par­tic­ular, and con­se­quent­ly af­fects the Spec­ta­tors, with­out be­ing phan­ta­stick. Be­sides, if there were no oth­er Rea­son, the fine Im­age which aris­es from thence, in these Lines, is Rea­son enough.

_Such was the very Ar­mour he had on, When He th' am­bi­tious_ Nor­way _com­bat­ed, So frown'd He once, when in an­gry Par­le, He smote the slead­ed_ Po­lack _on the Ice. 'Tis Strange!_

There is a Stroke of Na­ture in _Ho­ra­tio's_ break­ing off, from the De­scrip­tion of the King, and falling in­to the Ex­cla­ma­tion. _'Tis Strange!_ which is inim­itably Beau­ti­ful.

Page 228.

Mar­cel­lus. _Good now sit down_, &c.

The whole Dis­course con­cern­ing the great Prepa­ra­tions mak­ing in _Den­mark_ is very Po­et­ical, and nec­es­sary al­so to­wards the in­tro­duc­ing of _Fort­in­brass_ in this Play, whose Ap­pear­ance gives Rise to one Scene, which adds a Beau­ty to the Whole; I mean, That where­in _Ham­let_ makes those no­ble Re­flec­tions up­on see­ing That Prince's Army. Be­sides, this Dis­course is nec­es­sary al­so to give the Ghost Time to ap­pear again, in or­der to af­fect the Spec­ta­tors still more; and from this Con­ver­sa­tion the In­ter­locu­tors draw one Rea­son, why the Spir­it ap­pears in Arms, which ap­pears ra­tio­nal to the Au­di­ence. It gives al­so _Ho­ra­tio_ an Op­por­tu­ni­ty of ad­dress­ing the Ghost in that beau­ti­ful Man­ner he does.

Page 229

_Stay Il­lu­sion! &c_.

The De­scrip­tion of the Prefages which hap­pen'd to _Rome_, and the draw­ing a like In­fer­ence from this su­per­nat­ural Ap­pear­ance, is very ner­vous and Po­et­ical.

Page 230, 231.

Bernar­do. _It was about to speak when the Cock crew &c_.

The Speech­es in con­se­quence of this Ob­ser­va­tion are tru­ly beau­ti­ful, and are prop­er­ly Marks of a great Ge­nius; as al­so these Lines which de­scribe the Morn­ing, are in the true Spir­it of Po­et­ry.

Page 31. _But, look, the Morn, in Rus­set Man­tle clad, Walks oe'r the Dew of yon high East­ern Hill_.

And as to _Shake­speare's_ com­ply­ing with the vul­gar No­tions of Spir­its amongst the _En­glish_ at that Time, so far from be­ing low, it adds a Grace and a _Naïveté_ to the whole Pas­sage, which one can much eas­ier be sen­si­ble of than know how to make oth­ers so.

SCENE. _The Palace_, (p. 231.) And Se­quel.

_En­ter the_ King, Queen, Ham­let, &c.

It is very nat­ural and apro­pos, that the King should bring some plau­si­ble Ex­cuse for mar­ry­ing his Broth­er's Wife so soon af­ter the De­cease of his Broth­er, which he does in his first Speech in this Scene: It would else have too soon re­volt­ed the Spec­ta­tors against such an un­usu­al Pro­ceed­ing. All the Speech­es of the King in this Scene to his Am­bas­sadors _Cor­nelius_ and _Volti­mand_, and to _Laertes_, and to Prince _Ham­let_, are en­tire­ly Fawn­ing, and full of Dis­sim­ula­tion, and makes him well de­serve the Char­ac­ter which the Prince af­ter­wards gives him, of _smil­ing, damn'd Vil­lain, &c._ when he is in­formed of his Crime.

The King's and Queen's Ques­tions to _Ham­let_ are very prop­er, to give the Au­di­ence a true Idea of the Fil­ial Piety of the young Prince, and of his vir­tu­ous Char­ac­ter; for we are here­by in­formed of his fixed and strong Grief for the Loss of his Fa­ther: For it does not ap­pear, that the Usurpa­tion of the Crown from him, sits heavy on his Soul, at least, it is not seen by any Part of his Be­haviour.

How his Un­cle came to be pre­ferred to him, we are left en­tire­ly in the dark, but may sup­pose it to have been done in the same Man­ner, as sev­er­al things of the like Na­ture have been ef­fect­ed, viz. by Cor­rup­tion and Vi­olence, and per­haps up­on the Pre­tence of the Prince's be­ing too young.

I can by no Means agree with Mr. _Theobalds_, (p. 235.) who thinks, that it is nec­es­sary to sup­pose a con­sid­er­able Num­ber of Years spent in this Tragedy; be­cause Prince _Ham­let_ is said to de­sire to re­turn to _Wit­ten­berg_ again, and is sup­posed to be just come from it; and that af­ter­wards, the Grave-​Dig­ger lets us know that the Prince is Thir­ty Years old; my Rea­sons are, that as _Wit­ten­berg_ was an Uni­ver­si­ty, and _Ham­let_ is rep­re­sent­ed as a Prince of great Ac­com­plish­ments, it is no won­der that he should like to spend his Time there, in go­ing on in his Im­prove­ments, rather than to re­main in­ac­tive at _Elsi­noor_, or be im­mers'd in Sot­tish­ness, with which he seems to tax his Coun­try­men; as will ap­pear in the Se­quel. Be­sides, he might well de­sire to re­turn there, when he found his Throne usurped, and his Moth­er act­ing so abom­inable a Part. And as to the Term of go­ing to School, &c. That does not at all im­ply lit­er­al­ly a School for Boys, but is po­et­ical­ly used for Study­ing at any Age.

An­oth­er Rea­son may be giv­en why there can­not be sup­posed to be a great Length of Time in this Play; which is this, That we see in the First Act, Am­bas­sadors dis­patch'd to old _Nor­way_, con­cern­ing his Nephew _Fort­in­bras's_ Army, which was then ready to march; and in the Fourth Act, we see this Prince at the Head of that Army, which im­me­di­ate­ly, up­on the Em­bassy from the _Dan­ish_ King to his Un­cle, we are nat­ural­ly to sup­pose he leads to that oth­er En­ter­prize which is men­tioned in that Scene. Now it is no ways like­ly, that be­tween the Em­bassy and the march­ing of an Army al­ready as­sem­bled be­fore that Em­bassy, there should be a Num­ber of Years. These Rea­sons and the whole Con­duct of the Piece con­vince me, that this is one of _Shake­speare's_ Plays, in which the least Time is em­ploy'd; how much there is, I can­not pre­tend to say.

As to the _Pro­lep­sis_, or in oth­er Words, the men­tion­ing the Uni­ver­si­ty of _Wit­ten­berg_, long be­fore its Es­tab­lish­ment, thus an­te­dat­ing its Time, I shall not jus­ti­fy _Shake­speare_; I think it is a fault in him; but I can­not be of Opin­ion, that it has any bad Ef­fect in this Tragedy. _See Mr_. Theobald's _Note_, (p. 235.)

As to _Ham­let's_ So­lil­oquy, I shall set down the whole Pas­sage, and shall sub­join the Re­marks of a very em­inent Au­thor which are in the Spir­it of true Crit­icism.

_Oh that this too, too sol­id Flesh would melt, Thaw, and re­solve it self in­to a Dew! Or that the Ev­er­last­ing had not fix'd His Can­non 'gainst Self-​slaugh­ter! Oh God! Oh God! How weary, stale, and un­prof­itable, Seem to me all the Us­es of this World! Fie on't! Oh fie! 'tis an un­weed­ed Gar­den, That grows to Seed; Things rank and gross in Na­ture, Pos­sess it mere­ly. That it should come to this, But two Months dead! Nay, not so much, not Two! So Ex­cel­lent a King, that was to this_, Hy­pe­ri­on _to a Satyr: So Lov­ing to my Moth­er, That he would not let e'en the Winds of Heav'n Vis­it her Face too rough­ly. Heav'n and Earth! Must I re­mem­ber? Why, she would hang on him, As if In­crease of Ap­petite had grown By what it fed on; yet with­in a Month! Let me not think. Frailty! Thy Name is Wom­an. A lit­tle Month; e'er yet those Shoes were old, With which she fol­low'd my poor Fa­ther's Body, Like_ Niobe, _all Tears; Why she, even she, (Oh Heav'n, a Beast that wants Dis­course of Rea­son, Would have mourn'd longer) mar­ried with mine Un­cle, My Fa­ther's Broth­er; but no more like my Fa­ther, Than I to_ Her­cules. _With­in a Month, E'er yet the Salt of most un­righ­teous Tears Had left the flush­ing in her gaul'd Eyes, She mar­ried. Oh! most wicked Speed, to post With such Dex­ter­ity to in­ces­tu­ous Sheets!_

_It is not, nor it can­not come to Good. But, break my Heart, for I must hold my Tongue._

“The young Prince, (says this Au­thor in the _Tatler_,) was not yet ac­quaint­ed with all the Guilt of his Moth­er; but turns his Thoughts on her sud­den For­get­ful­ness of his Fa­ther, and the In­de­cen­cy of her hasty Mar­riage. The sev­er­al Emo­tions of Mind, and Breaks of Pas­sion in this Speech, are ad­mirable. He has touch'd ev­ery Cir­cum­stance that ag­gra­vat­ed the Fact, and seem'd ca­pa­ble of hur­ry­ing the Thoughts of a Son in­to Dis­trac­tion. His Fa­ther's Ten­der­ness for his Moth­er, ex­press'd in so del­icate a Par­tic­ular; his Moth­er's Fond­ness for his Fa­ther, no less exquisite­ly de­scribed; the great and ami­able Fig­ure of his dead Par­ent, drawn by a true Fil­ial Piety; his Dis­dain of so un­wor­thy a Suc­ces­sor to his Bed: But above all, the Short­ness of the Time be­tween his Fa­ther's Death, and his Moth­er's Sec­ond Mar­riage, brought to­geth­er with so much Dis­or­der, make up as no­ble a Part as any in that cel­ebrat­ed Tragedy. The Cir­cum­stance of Time I nev­er could enough ad­mire. The Wid­ow-​hood had last­ed two Months. This is his first Re­flec­tion: But as his In­dig­na­tion ris­es, he sinks to scarce two Months; af­ter­wards in­to a Month; and at last, in­to a _lit­tle_ Month. But all this so nat­ural­ly, that the Read­er ac­com­pa­nies him in the Vi­olence of his Pas­sion, and finds the Time lessen in­sen­si­bly, ac­cord­ing to the dif­fer­ent Work­ings of his Dis­dain. I have not men­tioned the In­cest of her Mar­riage, which is so ob­vi­ous a Provo­ca­tion; but can't for­bear tak­ing No­tice, that when his Fury is at its Height, he cries, _Frailty, thy Name is Wom­an!_ as Rail­ing at the Sex in gen­er­al, rather than giv­ing him­self leave to think his Moth­er worse than Oth­ers.”

Page 238.

_En­ter_ Ho­ra­tio, Bernar­do, _and_ Mar­cel­lus, _to_ Ham­let.

The Greet­ing be­tween _Ham­let, Ho­ra­tio,_ and _Mar­cel­lus_, is very easy, and ex­press­es the be­nign Dis­po­si­tion of the Prince, and first gives us an In­ti­ma­tion of his Friend­ship for _Ho­ra­tio_.

Page 238.

_We'll teach you to drink deep, e'er you de­part_.

This seems de­signed to re­flect up­on the sot­tish Dis­po­si­tion, then en­cour­aged amongst the _Danes_ by the Usurp­er, as will ap­pear in the Se­quel; and gives us one Rea­son why _Elsi­noor_ was dis­agree­able to Prince _Ham­let_; and cer­tain­ly, much con­firms what I be­fore said, as to his go­ing back to _Wit­ten­berg_.

Page 238.

The Prince's Re­flec­tions on his Moth­er's hasty Mar­riage, are very nat­ural, and shew That to be one of the prin­ci­pal Caus­es of the deep fix'd Con­cern so vis­ible in his Be­haviour; and then they serve to in­tro­duce the Re­la­tion of the Ap­pear­ance of his Fa­ther's Ghost.

Page 238, to the End of the Scene.

_Ham­let_ re­ceives the Ac­count they give him with such a Sur­prize as is very nat­ural, and par­tic­ular­ly his break­ing off from the Con­se­quence of his Ques­tion, viz. _Hold you the Watch to Night?_ and say­ing _arm'd?_ that is, re­turn­ing to the main Ques­tion, is ex­ceed­ing­ly in Na­ture.

Their dif­fer­ing in the Ac­count of the Time the Spec­tre staid, throws an Air of Prob­abil­ity on the Whole, which is much eas­ier felt than de­scribed.

The Prince's Res­olu­tion to speak to the Phan­tom, let what will be the Con­se­quence, is en­tire­ly suit­able to his Hero­ical Dis­po­si­tion; and his Re­flec­tion up­on his Fa­ther's Spir­it ap­pear­ing in Arms, is such as one would nat­ural­ly ex­pect from him; and the Moral Sen­tence he ends his short Speech with, suits his vir­tu­ous Tem­per, at the same Time that it has a good Ef­fect up­on the Au­di­ence, and an­swers the End of Tragedy.

Page 241, to the End of the Scene, in p. 246.

SCENE in _Polo­nius's_ House.

_En­ter_ Laertes _and_ Ophe­lia, _and af­ter­wards_ Polo­nius.

It is ev­ident by the whole Tenour of _Polo­nius's_ Be­haviour in this Play, that he is in­tend­ed to rep­re­sent some Buf­foon­ish States­man, not too much fraught with Hon­esty. Whether any par­tic­ular Per­son's Char­ac­ter was here­in aim'd at, I shall not de­ter­mine, be­cause it is not to the Pur­pose; for who­ev­er reads our Au­thor's Plays, will find that in all of them, (even the most se­ri­ous ones) he has some re­gard for the mean­est Part of his Au­di­ence, and per­haps too, for that Taste for low Jokes and Punns, which pre­vailed in his Time among the bet­ter Sort. This, I think, was more par­don­able in him, when it was con­fined to Clowns, and such like Per­sons in his Plays; but is by no Means ex­cus­able in a Man, sup­posed to be in such a Sta­tion as _Polo­nius_ is, Nay, grant­ing that such Min­is­ters of State were com­mon, (which sure­ly they are not) it would even then be a Fault in our Au­thor to in­tro­duce them in such Pieces as this; for ev­ery Thing that is nat­ural is not to be made use of im­prop­er­ly: But when it is out of Na­ture, this cer­tain­ly much ag­gra­vates the Po­et's Mis­take. And, to speak Truth, all Comick Cir­cum­stances, all Things tend­ing to raise a Laugh, are high­ly of­fen­sive in Tragedies to good Judges; the Rea­son in my Opin­ion is ev­ident, viz. that such Things de­grade the Majesty and Dig­ni­ty of Tragedy, and de­stroy the Ef­fect of the In­ten­tion which the Spec­ta­tors had in be­ing present at such Rep­re­sen­ta­tions; that is, to ac­quire that pleas­ing Melan­choly of Mind, which is caus'd by them, and that Sat­is­fac­tion which aris­es from the Con­scious­ness that we are mov'd as we ought to be, and that we con­se­quent­ly have Sen­ti­ments suit­able to the Dig­ni­ty of our Na­ture. For these and many oth­er Rea­sons, too long to men­tion here, I must con­fess my­self to be an En­emy al­so to all lu­di­crous Epi­logues and Far­ci­cal Pieces, at the End of Tragedies; and must think them full as ridicu­lous as if we were to dress a Monarch in all his Roy­al Robes, and then put a Fool's Cap up­on him.

But to come to the Scene now un­der Ex­am­ina­tion. It is cer­tain, that ex­cept it be in play­ing up­on the Word _Ten­der_ p. 244. (of which too he is sen­si­ble him­self,) our old States­man be­haves suit­ably to his Dig­ni­ty, and acts ful­ly up to his Pa­ter­nal Char­ac­ter; so here we shall not tax him.

The Ad­vice of _Laertes_ to his Sis­ter con­tains the sound­est Rea­son­ing, ex­press'd in the most ner­vous and po­et­ical Man­ner, and is full of Beau­ties; par­tic­ular­ly, I can nev­er enough ad­mire the Mod­esty in­cul­cat­ed in these Lines:

_The chari­est Maid is prodi­gal enough, If She un­mask her Beau­ty to the Moon_.

_Ophe­lia's_ mod­est Replies, the few Words she us­es, and the vir­tu­ous Cau­tion she gives her Broth­er, af­ter his Ad­vice to her, are inim­itably charm­ing. This I have ob­served in gen­er­al in our Au­thor's Plays, that al­most all his young Wom­en (who are de­signed as good Char­ac­ters) are made to be­have with a Mod­esty and De­cen­cy pe­cu­liar to those Times, and which are of such pleas­ing Sim­plic­ity as seem too ig­no­rant and un­mean­ing in our well taught know­ing Age; so much do we de­spise the vir­tu­ous Plain­ness of our Fore-​fa­thers!

_Polo­nius_ and _Laertes_ Be­haviour to each oth­er, is ex­ceed­ing nat­ural; and I agree with Mr. _Theobalds's_ Emen­da­tion as to that Cir­cum­stance, (p. 243.) of _Polo­nius_ Bless­ing his Son; but I can by no Means be of his Sen­ti­ment, that it was a Cir­cum­stance, which, if well man­aged by a Comick Ac­tor, would raise a Laugh, (See his Note, p. 243.) for I am per­swad­ed, that _Shake­speare_ was too good a Judge of Na­ture, to de­sign any Thing Comick or Buf­foon­ish up­on so solemn an Oc­ca­sion, as that of a Son's tak­ing leave of his Fa­ther in the most em­phat­ical and se­ri­ous Man­ner. And there­fore, what­ev­er Ac­tor pro­ceeds up­on this Sup­po­si­tion (as I have seen some do in par­al­lel Cas­es) does on­ly shew his Ig­no­rance and Pre­sump­tion. This As­ser­tion of mine will ap­pear in­dis­putable, if my Read­er con­sid­ers well the whole Tenour of this Scene, with the grave and ex­cel­lent In­struc­tions which it con­tains, from _Polo­nius_ to _Laertes_, and from both to _Ophe­lia_. It is im­pos­si­ble that any Buf­foon­ry could be here blend­ed, to make void and in­signif­icant so much good Sense ex­pressed in the true Beau­ties of Po­et­ry. As to Prince _Ham­let's_ Love for _Ophe­lia_, I shall speak to it in an­oth­er Place.

Con­cern­ing the De­sign of this Scene, we shall find it is nec­es­sary to­wards the whole Plot of the Play, and is by no Means an Episode. As to _Laertes's_ Char­ac­ter, I shall lay some thing of it else where.

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Scene. _The Plat­form be­fore the Palace._

_En­ter_ Ham­let, Ho­ra­tio _and_ Mar­cel­lus.

The Be­gin­ning of this Scene is easy and nat­ural. The King's tak­ing his Rowse, seems in­tro­duced to fill up a nec­es­sary Space of Time, and al­so per­haps to black­en still more the Char­ac­ter of the Usurp­er, who had re­vived a sot­tish Cus­tom (as ap­pears by the Prince's Re­marks up­on it) omit­ted by sev­er­al of his Pre­de­ces­sors; for it would have been im­prop­er to have had the Ghost ap­pear the Minute the Prince was come on to the Plat­form. Some Time was req­ui­site to pre­pare the Minds of the Spec­ta­tors, that they might col­lect all their Fac­ul­ties to be­hold this im­por­tant Scene, on which turns the whole Play, with due At­ten­tion and Se­ri­ous­ness; al­though, in­deed, I must think that the Prince's Speech would not be much worth pre­serv­ing, but for That Rea­son: for ex­pressed and amend­ed, ac­cord­ing to the best that can be made of it, (as Mr. _Theobalds_ has done it) it is but of very ob­sure Dic­tion, and is much too long; for a very short Moral is to be drawn from it.

Page 248.

_En­ter the Ghost._

We now are come to the sub­limest Scene in this whole Piece, a Scene wor­thy of the great­est At­ten­tion; an Hero­ical Youth ad­dress­ing the Shade of his de­part­ed Fa­ther, whom he ten­der­ly loved, and who, we are told, was a Monarch of the great­est Worth. Sure­ly there can­not be ima­gin'd any Scene more ca­pa­ble of stir­ring up our no­blest Pas­sions. Let us but ob­serve with how much Beau­ty and Art the Po­et has man­aged it. This Spec­tre has been once spo­ken to by the Friend of our young Hero, and it must be con­fessed, that _Ho­ra­tio's_ Speech to it is tru­ly great and beau­ti­ful: But as the like In­ci­dent was again to hap­pen; that is, as the Ghost was again to be ad­dressed, and with this Ad­di­tion, by the Hero of the Play, and Son to the King, whose Spir­it ap­pears; it was nec­es­sary, I say, up­on these Ac­counts, that this In­ci­dent should be treat­ed in a sub­limer Man­ner than the For­mer. Ac­cord­ing­ly we may take No­tice, that _Ham­let's_ Speech to his Fa­ther's Shade is as much su­pe­ri­or to that of _Ho­ra­tio_ up­on the same Oc­ca­sion, as his is to any Thing of that kind that I have ev­er met with in any oth­er Dra­mat­ick Po­et.

_Ham­let's_ In­vo­ca­tion of the heav­en­ly Min­is­ters, is ex­treme­ly fine; and the beg­ging their Pro­tec­tion up­on the Ap­pear­ance of a Sight so shock­ing to hu­man Na­ture, is en­tire­ly con­formable to the vir­tu­ous Char­ac­ter of this Prince, and gives an Air of Prob­abil­ity to the whole Scene. He ac­costs the Ghost with great In­tre­pid­ity; and his whole Speech is so full of the Marks of his Fil­ial Piety, that we may eas­ily ob­serve, that his Ten­der­ness for his Fa­ther gets the bet­ter of all Sen­ti­ments of Ter­ror which we could sup­pose to arise, even in the Breast of the most un­daunt­ed Per­son, up­on the see­ing and con­vers­ing with so strange an Ap­pari­tion.

His break­ing from his Friends with that Ve­he­men­cy of Pas­sion in an Ea­ger­ness of De­sire to hear what his Fa­ther could say to him, is an­oth­er Proof of his Fil­ial Ten­der­ness.

The Read­er of him­self must eas­ily see why the Spec­tre would not speak to the Prince, but a-​part from those who were with him: For it was not a Se­cret of a Na­ture fit to be di­vulg'd. Their earnest In­treaties, and al­most Force which they use to keep him from go­ing, are much in Na­ture; the Rea­sons they give him, and the Re­flec­tions they make af­ter he is gone, are po­et­ical­ly ex­press'd, and very nat­ural.

The Ghost's Ac­count of the base Mur­ther com­mit­ted on him, is ex­press'd in the strongest and most ner­vous Dic­tion that Po­et­ry can make use of; and he speaks with such Grav­ity and Weight of Lan­guage as well suits his Con­di­tion. The Ideas he rais­es in the Au­di­ence by his short Hint con­cern­ing the Se­crets of his Prison-​House, are such as must cause that Ter­ror which is the nat­ural Ef­fect of such Ap­pear­ances, and must oc­ca­sion such Im­ages as should al­ways ac­com­pa­ny such In­ci­dents in Tragedy.

The Ghost's bring­ing out the Ac­count of his Mur­der by De­grees, and the Prince's Ex­cla­ma­tions as he be­comes far­ther ac­quaint­ed with the Af­fair, are great Beau­ties in this Scene, be­cause it is all en­tire­ly con­formable to Na­ture; that is, to those Ideas by which we nat­ural­ly con­ceive, how a Thing of this sort would be man­aged and treat­ed, were it re­al­ly to hap­pen.

We are to ob­serve fur­ther, that the King spurs on his Son to re­venge his foul and un­nat­ural Mur­der from these two Con­sid­er­ations chiefly, that he was sent in­to the oth­er World with­out hav­ing had Time to re­pent of his Sins, and with­out the nec­es­sary Sacra­ments, (ac­cord­ing to the Church of _Rome_,) as Mr. _Theobalds_, (See his Note, _p._ 253.) has well ex­plained it, and that con­se­quent­ly his Soul was to suf­fer, if not eter­nal Damna­tion, at least a long Course of Penance in Pur­ga­to­ry; which ag­gra­vates the Cir­cum­stances of his Broth­er's Bar­bar­ity. And, Sec­ond­ly, That _Den­mark_ might not be the Scene of Usurpa­tion and In­cest, and the Throne thus pol­lut­ed and pro­faned. For these Rea­sons he prompts the young Prince to Re­venge; else it would have been more be­com­ing the Char­ac­ter of such a Prince as _Ham­let's_ Fa­ther is rep­re­sent­ed to have been, and more suit­able to his present Con­di­tion, to have left his Broth­er to the Di­vine Pun­ish­ment, and to a Pos­si­bil­ity of Re­pen­tance for his base Crime, which by cut­ting him off, he must be de­prived of.

His Cau­tion to his Son con­cern­ing his Moth­er, is very fine, and shews great Del­ica­cy in our Au­thor; as has been ob­serv'd by a great Writ­er of our Na­tion. The Ghost's In­ter­rupt­ing him­self (_but soft, me­thinks, I scent the Morn­ing Air_, &c.) has much Beau­ty in it, par­tic­ular­ly, as it com­plys with the re­ceived No­tions, that Spir­its shun the Light, and con­tin­ues the At­ten­tion of the Au­di­ence by so par­tic­ular a Cir­cum­stance.

The Se­quel of this Scene by no Means an­swers the Dig­ni­ty of what we have hith­er­to been treat­ing of. _Ham­let's_ So­lil­oquy, af­ter the Ghost has dis­ap­peared, is such as it should be. The Im­pa­tience of _Ho­ra­tio_, &c. to know the Re­sult of his Con­fer­ence with the Phan­tom, and his putting them off from know­ing it, with his Cau­tion con­cern­ing his fu­ture Con­duct, and his in­treat­ing them to be silent in Re­la­tion to this whole Af­fair; all this, I say, is nat­ural and right; but his light and even lu­di­crous Ex­pres­sions to them; his mak­ing them swear by his Sword, and shift their Ground, with the Ghost's Cry­ing un­der the Stage, and _Ham­let's_ Re­flec­tion there­upon, are all Cir­cum­stances cer­tain­ly in­fe­riour to the pre­ceed­ing Part.

But as we should be very cau­tious in find­ing Fault with Men of such an ex­alt­ed Ge­nius as our Au­thor cer­tain­ly was, lest we should blame them when in re­al­ity the Fault lies in our own slow Con­cep­tion, we should well con­sid­er what could have been our Au­thor's View in such a Con­duct. I must con­fess, I have turn'd this Mat­ter on ev­ery Side, and all that can be said for it (as far as I am able to pen­etrate), is that he makes the Prince put on this Lev­ity of Be­haviour, that the Gen­tle­men who were with him, might not imag­ine that the Ghost had re­veal'd some Mat­ter of great Con­se­quence to him, and that he might not there­fore be sus­pect­ed of any deep De­signs. This ap­pears plau­si­ble enough; but let it be as it will, the whole, I think, is too light­ly man­aged, and such a De­sign as I have men­tion'd might, in my Opin­ion, have been an­swered by some oth­er Method more cor­re­spon­dent to the Dig­ni­ty and Majesty of the pre­ceed­ing Part of the Scene. I must ob­serve once more, that the Prince's So­lil­oquy is exquisite­ly beau­ti­ful.

I shall con­clude what I have to say on this Scene, with ob­serv­ing, that I do not know any Tragedy, an­cient or mod­ern, in any Na­tion, where the Whole is made to turn so nat­ural­ly and so just­ly up­on such a su­per­nat­ural Ap­pear­ance as this is; nor do I know of any Piece what­ev­er, where a Spec­tre in­tro­duced with so much Majesty, such an Air of Prob­abil­ity, and where such an Ap­pari­tion is man­ag'd with so much Dig­ni­ty and Art; in short, which so lit­tle re­volts the Judg­ment and Be­lief of the Spec­ta­tors. Nor have I ev­er met in all my Read­ing, with a Scene in any Tragedy, which cre­ates so much Awe, and se­ri­ous At­ten­tion as this does, and which rais­es such a Mul­ti­plic­ity of the most ex­alt­ed Sen­ti­ments. It is cer­tain, our Au­thor ex­cell'd in this kind of Writ­ing, as has been more than once ob­served by sev­er­al Writ­ers, and none ev­er be­fore or since his Time, could ev­er bring In­hab­itants of an­oth­er World up­on the Stage, with­out mak­ing them ridicu­lous or too hor­ri­ble, and the Whole too im­prob­able and too shock­ing to Men's Un­der­stand­ings.