"Ravenna, May 19. 1821.
"By the papers of Thursday, and two letters of Mr. Kinnaird, I
perceive that the Italian gazette had lied most _Italically_, and
that the drama had _not_ been hissed, and that my friends _had_
interfered to prevent the representation. So it seems they
continue to act it, in spite of us all: for this we must 'trouble
them at 'size.' Let it by all means be brought to a plea: I am
determined to try the right, and will meet the expenses. The reason
of the Lombard lie was that the Austrians--who keep up an
Inquisition throughout Italy, and a _list of names_ of all who
think or speak of any thing but in favour of their despotism--have
for five years past abused me in every form in the Gazette of
Milan, &c. I wrote to you a week ago on the subject.
"Now I should be glad to know what compensation Mr. Elliston would
make me, not only for dragging my writings on the stage in _five_
days, but for being the cause that I was kept for _four_ days (from
Sunday to Thursday morning, the only post-days) in the _belief_
that the _tragedy_ had been acted and 'unanimously hissed;' and
this with the addition that _I_ 'had brought it upon the stage,'
and consequently that none of my friends had attended to my request
to the contrary. Suppose that I had burst a blood-vessel, like John
Keats, or blown my brains out in a fit of rage,--neither of which
would have been unlikely a few years ago. At present I am, luckily,
calmer than I used to be, and yet I would not pass those four days
over again for--I know not what[38].
"I wrote to you to keep up your spirits, for reproach is useless
always, and irritating--but my feelings were very much hurt, to be
dragged like a gladiator to the fate of a gladiator by that
'_retiarius_,' Mr. Elliston. As to his defence and offers of
compensation, what is all this to the purpose? It is like Louis the
Fourteenth, who insisted upon buying at any price Algernon Sydney's
horse, and, on his refusal, on taking it by force, Sydney shot his
horse. I could not shoot my tragedy, but I would have flung it into
the fire rather than have had it represented.
"I have now written nearly three _acts_ of another (intending to
complete it in five), and am more anxious than ever to be preserved
from such a breach of all literary courtesy and gentlemanly
consideration.
"If we succeed, well: if not, previous to any future publication,
we will request a _promise_ not to be acted, which I would even pay
for (as money is their object), or I will not publish--which,
however, you will probably not much regret.
"The Chancellor has behaved nobly. You have also conducted yourself
in the most satisfactory manner; and I have no fault to find with
any body but the stage-players and their proprietor. I was always
so civil to Elliston personally, that he ought to have been the
last to attempt to injure me.
"There is a most rattling thunder-storm pelting away at this
present writing; so that I write neither by day, nor by candle, nor
torchlight, but by _lightning_ light: the flashes are as brilliant
as the most gaseous glow of the gas-light company. My chimney-board
has just been thrown down by a gust of wind: I thought that it was
the 'Bold Thunder' and 'Brisk Lightning' in person.--_Three_ of us
would be too many. There it goes--_flash_ again! but
"I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness;
I never gave ye _franks_, nor _call'd_ upon you;
as I have done by and upon Mr. Elliston.
"Why do you not write? You should at least send me a line of
particulars: I know nothing yet but by Galignani and the Honourable
Douglas.
"Well, and how does our Pope controversy go on? and the pamphlet?
It is impossible to write any news: the Austrian scoundrels rummage
all letters.
"P.S. I could have sent you a good deal of gossip and some _real_
information, were it not that all letters pass through the
Barbarians' inspection, and I have no wish to inform _them_ of any
thing but my utter abhorrence of them and theirs. They have only
conquered by treachery, however."
[Footnote 38: The account given, by Madame Guiccioli, of his anxiety on
this occasion, fully corroborates his own:--"His quiet was, in spite of
himself, often disturbed by public events, and by the attacks which,
principally in his character of author, the journals levelled at him. In
vain did he protest that he was indifferent to those attacks. The
impression was, it is true, but momentary, and he, from a feeling of
noble pride, but too much disdained to reply to his detractors. But,
however brief his annoyance was, it was sufficiently acute to occasion
him much pain, and to afflict those who loved him. Every occurrence
relative to the bringing Marino Faliero on the stage caused him
excessive inquietude. On, the occasion of an article in the Milan
Gazette, in which mention was made of this affair, he wrote to me in the
following manner:--'You will see here confirmation of what I told you
the other day! I am sacrificed in every way, without knowing the _why_
or the _wherefore_. The tragedy in question is not (nor ever was)
written for, or adapted to, the stage; nevertheless, the plan is not
romantic; it is rather regular than otherwise;--in point of unity of
time, indeed, perfectly regular, and failing but slightly in unity of
place. You well know whether it was ever my intention to have it acted,
since it was written at your side, and at a period assuredly rather more
_tragical_ to me as a _man_ than as an _author_; for _you_ were in
affliction and peril. In the mean time, I learn from your Gazette that a
cabal and party has been formed, while I myself have never taken the
slightest step in the business. It is said that the author read it
aloud!!!--here, probably, at Ravenna?--and to whom? perhaps to
Fletcher!!!--that illustrious literary character,'" &c. &c.--"Ma però la
sua tranquillità era suo malgrado sovente alterata dalle publiche
vicende, e dagli attachi che spesso si direggevano a lui nei giornali
come ad autore principalmente. Era invano che egli protestava
indifferenza per codesti attachi. L'impressione non era é vero che
momentanea, e purtroppo per una nobile fierezza sdegnava sempre di
rispondere ai suoi dettratori. Ma per quanto fosse breve quella
impressione era però assai forte per farlo molto soffrire e per
affliggere quelli che lo amavano. Tuttociò che ebbe luogo per la
rappresentazione del suo Marino Faliero lo inquictò pure moltissimo e
dietro ad un articolo di una Gazetta di Milano in cui si parlava di
quell' affare egli mi scrisse così--'Ecco la verità di ciò che io vi
dissi pochi giorni fa, come vengo sacrificato in tutte le maniere seza
sapere il _perché_ e il _come_. La tragedia di cui si parla non è (e non
era mai) nè scritta nè adattata al teatro; ma non è però romantico il
disegno, è piuttosto regolare--regolarissimo per l' unità del tempo, c
mancando poco a quella del sito. Voi sapete bene se io aveva intenzione
di farla rappresentare, poichè era scritta al vostro fianco e nei
momenti per certo più _tragici_ per me come _uomo_ che come
_autore_,--perchè _voi_ eravate in affanno ed in pericolo. Intanto sento
dalla vostra Gazetta che sia nata una cabala, un partito, e senza ch' io
vi abbia presa la minima parte. Si dice che _l'autore ne fece la
letlura!!!_--quì forse? a Ravenna?--ed a chi? forse a Fletcher!!!--quel
illustre litterato,'" &c. &c.]
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