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HOME UNIVERSITY LIBRARY

OF MODERN KNOWLEDGE

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

BY JOHN MASEFIELD

LONDON

WILLIAMS & NORGATE

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_Editors:_

HERBERT FISHER, M.A., F.B.A.

PROF. GILBERT MURRAY, D.LITT.,

LL.D., F.B.A.

PROF. J. ARTHUR THOMSON, M.A.

PROF. WILLIAM T. BREWSTER, M.A.

(Columbia University, U.S.A.)

NEW YORK

HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY

WILLIAM

SHAKESPEARE

BY

JOHN MASEFIELD

AUTHOR OF "THE TRAGEDY OF POMPEY THE GREAT," "MULTITUDE AND SOLITUDE,"

"LOST ENDEAVOUR," "CAPTAIN MARGARET," "THE TRAGEDY OF NAN," ETC.

NEW AND REVISED EDITION

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CONTENTS

CHAP. PAGE

I THE LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE 9

II THE ELIZABETHAN THEATRES 18

III THE PLAYS 23

Love's Labour's Lost 24

The Two Gentlemen of Verona 34

The Comedy of Errors 43

Titus Andronicus 49

King Henry VI, Part I 51

" " " " II 54

" " " " III 60

A Midsummer Night's Dream 63

Romeo and Juliet 67

King John 75

King Richard II 86

King Richard III 93

The Merchant of Venice 102

The Taming of the Shrew 105

King Henry IV, Part I 109

" " " " II 114

King Henry V 120

The Merry Wives of Windsor 123

As You Like It 128

Much Ado About Nothing 133

Twelfth Night 138

All's Well that Ends Well 144

Julius Caesar 149

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark 157

Troilus and Cressida 168

Measure for Measure 174

Othello, the Moor of Venice 180

King Lear 186

Macbeth 195

Antony and Cleopatra 202

Coriolanus 208

Timon of Athens 214

Pericles, Prince of Tyre 218

Cymbeline 223

The Winter's Tale 226

The Tempest 231

King Henry VIII 235

WORK ATTRIBUTED TO SHAKESPEARE 238

THE POEMS:

Venus and Adonis 241

The Rape of Lucrece 242

The Passionate Pilgrim 244

The Sonnets 244

The Phoenix and the Turtle 249

AUTHOR'S NOTE 250

INDEX 253

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

CHAPTER I

THE LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE

Stratford-on-Avon is cleaner, better paved, and perhaps more populous

than it was in Shakespeare's time. Several streets of mean red-brick

houses have been built during the last half century. Hotels, tea rooms,

refreshment rooms, and the shops where the tripper may buy things to

remind him that he has been where greatness lived, give the place an air

at once prosperous and parasitic. The town contains a few comely old

buildings. The Shakespeare house, a detached double dwelling, once the

home of the poet's father, stands on the north side of Henley Street. A

room on the first floor, at the western end, is shown to visitors as the

room in which the poet was born. There is not the slightest evidence to

show that he was born there. One scanty scrap of fact exists to suggest

that he was born at the eastern end. The two dwellings have now been

converted into one, which serves as a museum. New Place, the house where

Shakespeare died, was pulled down in the middle of the eighteenth

century. For one museum the less let us be duly thankful.

The church in which Shakespeare, his wife, and little son are buried

stands near the river. It is a beautiful building of a type common in

the Cotswold country. It is rather larger and rather more profusely

carved than most. Damp, or some mildness in the stone, has given much of

the ornament a weathered look. Shakespeare is buried seventeen feet down

near the north wall of the chancel. His wife is buried in another grave

a few feet from him.

The country about Stratford is uninteresting, pretty, and well watered.

A few miles away the Cotswold hills rise. They have a bold beauty, very

pleasant after the flatness of the plain. The wolds towards Stratford

grow many oaks and beeches. Farther east, they are wilder and barer.

Little brooks spring up among the hills. The nooks and valleys are

planted with orchards. Old, grey Cotswold farmhouses, and little, grey,

lovely Cotswold villages show that in Shakespeare's time the country was

prosperous and alive. It was sheep country then. The wolds were sheep

walks. Life took thought for Shakespeare. She bred him, mind and bone,

in a two-fold district of hill and valley, where country life was at its

best and the beauty of England at its bravest. Afterwards she placed him

where there was the most and the best life of his time. Work so calm as

his can only have come from a happy nature, happily fated. Life made a

golden day for her golden soul. The English blessed by that soul have

raised no theatre for the playing of the soul's thanksgiving.

Legends about Shakespeare began to spring up in Stratford as soon as

there was a demand for them. Legends are a stupid man's excuse for his

want of understanding. They are not evidence. Setting aside the legends,

the lies, the surmises and the imputations, several uninteresting things

are certainly known about him.

We know that he was the first son and third child of John Shakespeare, a

country trader settled at Stratford, and of Mary his wife; that he was

baptised on the 26th April, 1564; and that in 1582 he got with child a

woman named Anne or Agnes Hathaway, eight years older than himself. Her

relatives saw to it that he married her. A daughter (Susanna) was born

to him in May 1583, less than six months after the marriage. In January

1585 twins were born to him, a son (Hamnet, who died in 1596) and a

daughter (Judith).

At this point he disappears. Legend, written down from a hundred to a

hundred and sixty years after the event, says that he was driven out of

the county for poaching, that he was a country school-master, that he

made a "very bitter" ballad upon a landlord, that he tramped to London,

that he held horses outside the theatre doors, and that at last he was

received into a theatrical company "in a very mean rank." This is all

legend, not evidence. That he was a lawyer's clerk, a soldier in the Low

Countries, a seaman, or a printer, as some have written books to attempt

to show, is not evidence, nor legend, but wild surmise. It might be

urged, with as great likelihood, that he became a king, an ancient

Roman, a tapster or a brothel keeper.

It is fairly certain that the company which first received him was the

Earl of Leicester's company, then performing at The Theatre in

Shoreditch. The company changed its patron and its theatre several

times, but Shakespeare, having been admitted to it, stayed with it

throughout his theatrical career. He acted with it at The Theatre, at

the Rose and Globe Theatres, at the Court, at the Inns of Court, and

possibly on many stages in the provinces. For many years he professed

the quality of actor. Legend says that he acted well in what are called

"character parts." Soon after his entrance into the profession he began

to show a talent for improving the plays of others.

Nothing interesting is known of his subsequent life, except that he

wrote great poetry and made money by it. It is plain that he was a

shrewd, careful, and capable man of affairs, and that he cared, as all

wise men care, for rank and an honourable state. He strove with a noble

industry to obtain these and succeeded. He prospered, he bought New

Place at Stratford, he invested in land, in theatre shares and in

houses. During the last few years of his life he retired to New Place,

where he led the life of a country gentleman. He died there on the 23rd

April, 1616, aged fifty-two years. The cause of his death is not known.

His wife and daughters survived him.

Little is known of his human relationships. He is described as "gentle."

Had he been not gentle we should know more of him. Ben Jonson "loved

the man," and says that "he was, indeed, honest and of an open and free

nature." John Webster speaks of his "right happy and copious industry."

An actor who wrote more than thirty plays during twenty years of

rehearsing, acting, and theatre management, can have had little time for

mixing with the world.

That we know little of his human relationships is one of the blessed

facts about him. That we conjecture much is the penalty a nation pays

for failing to know her genius when he appears.

Three portraits--a bust, an engraving, and a painting--have some claim

to be considered as genuine portraits of Shakespeare. The first of these

is the coloured half-length bust on the chancel wall in Stratford

Church. This was made by one Gerard Janssen, a stonemason of some

repute. It was placed in the church within seven years of the poet's

death. It is a crude work of art; but it shows plainly that the artist

had before him (in vision or in the flesh) a man of unusual vivacity of

mind. The face is that of an aloof and sunny spirit, full of energy and

effectiveness. Another portrait is that engraved for the title page of

the first folio, published in 1623. The engraving is by Martin

Droeshout, who was fifteen years old when Shakespeare died, and

(perhaps) about twenty-two when he made the engraving. It is a crude

work of art, but it shows plainly that the artist had before him the

representation of an unusual man.

It is possible that the representation from which he engraved his plate

was a painting on panel, now at Stratford. This painting (discovered in

1840) is now called "the Droeshout portrait." It is supposed to

represent the Shakespeare of the year 1609. In the absence of proof, all

that can be said of it is that it is certainly a work of the early

seventeenth century, and that it looks as though it were the original of

the engraving. No other "portrait of Shakespeare" has any claim to be

considered as even a doubtful likeness.

There are, unfortunately, many graven images of Shakespeare. They are

perhaps passable portraits of the languid, half-witted, hydrocephalic

creatures who made them. As representations of a bustling, brilliant,

profound, vivacious being, alive to the finger tips, and quick with an

energy never since granted to man, they are as false as water.

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