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sweetness of modulation ;-the scenes which exhibit violently conflicting emotions, especially that in which Juliet receives the intelligence of the fatal duel, begin to develope the strength which, in the actress, no less than in the heroine, resides beneath her tenderness of nature ;-and then, the series of trying scenes which Juliet undergoes with her parents and her nurse, with Paris and with the Friar, ending in the great solitary scene of the sleeping-potion, draw forth all the energies of this performer, and establish her unrivalled
capability of exalting the heroine's character above that level of mere dramatized romance to which both our criticism and our stage have brought it down, to that elevation of antique heroism to which the dramatist himself has raised it.
But the more that any actress proves herself capable of realizing Shakespeare's conception, in those passages where the improvers have permitted it to remain unimpaired, the more afflicting it is to see her compelled to waste her noblest energies in bestowing dignity upon spurious passages which are little susceptible of it. Commonplace performers find their account in receiving Shakespeare from the manager, ready vulgarized to their hands; but the man or woman of genius, the high and true histrionic artist, has everything to lose by such a process. The essential vulgarity of the spurious passages helps to veil a vulgar expression of the genuine ones; while, on the other hand, the noblest expression of the latter has a sort of degradation reflected upon it from the very efforts of the same worthy performer to dignify the spurious portions.
Miss Helen Faucit, our only Juliet on the stage, of such true Shakespearian inspiration, has every reason to complain and protest against the prejudice done to her powers and her genius by the continuance of so gross a theatrical perversion. Let her, however-and let every one who still cherishes on our languishing stage a spark of genuine devotion to their art-persevere in their efforts and their hopes. The time for a full appreciation and assiduous culture
of uncorrupted Shakespearian acting, as indispensable to a general and complete understanding even of the written Shakespeare, is not far distant. Meanwhile, if there were any manager with taste and spirit enough to restore to us Shakespeare's · Romeo and Juliet' upon the scene, it would afford the public, not only one of the noblest dramatic enjoyments, but a most instructive study of the poet, to witness Miss Faucit's rendering of the heroine's part in all its pristine purity-could a Romeo of equal genius, and grace, and feeling, and delicacy, be found, to support her.
10. — NEW PERVERSION OF THIS PLAY, IN ITS LATE
REVIVAL AT THE HAYMARKET THEATRE.INCREASED
(May 29th, 1847.]
When writing these last paragraphs, we could little anticipate such an exhibition as that which was brought forward on the boards of one of the patent theatres of London, in the following December, 1845. For the honour of our country-the country of Shakespeare—we could wish that such an exhibition should be utterly forgotten; but there are circumstances connected with that performance, which leave us not at liberty to pass it over unnoticed, but demand that we should characterize it distinctly and permanently.
First of all, then, some few weeks after the appearance of the foregoing exposition (a remarkable coincidence, to say the least) it was thought proper to abandon that Garrick version of this play which had kept the stage unintermittedly since Garrick's time,
and return to Shakespeare's text, though still with essential mutilations. For this restoration the critics of the London press gave unqualified credit to the manager and the actors-taking occasion to treat Garrick, and his “balderdash,” with especial contumely,
So far, their applause of this Shakespearian revival might be very allowable. But what are we to think when we find them, while condemning Garrick's perversion on the one hand, approving on the other a violence to Shakespeare in the personation of the two principal characters, and of the hero especially, at the contemplation of which Garrick himself would have stood aghast !
For the special purpose, then, it should seem, of restoring Shakespeare's work in all its purity, it was announced that Romeo and Juliet were to be personated by two transatlantic sisters—the she-Romeo being advertised as the peculiar and irresistible attraction.
Had it been announced that this hero and heroine were to be represented by a brother and sister, the demand of indulgence from what ought to be the common human feelings and perceptions of any
audi. ence, would have been rather large. But in the present instance, a vastly greater demand was made: we were called upon to be interested and delighted by nothing less than the exhibition of two sisters in tħis peculiar dramatic relation ;-and to make the inatter complete, we were duly given to understand that no particular stress was laid upon the feminine qualifications of the lady personating the heroine of love—that the grand charm was to be looked for in the masculine ones of the lady representing the hero.
We will waste no words upon demonstrating the disgustingly monstrous grossness of such a perversion. To any human beings, whether calling themselves men or women, who need such an argument to convince them, the argument itself would be uselessly addressed. It is idle to talk (as we find certain critics doing at the time) as if there was nothing in the performance itself to remind one's very physical apprehensions that the soi-disant impassioned hero was a woman. That any male auditors could think
would surely prove that we live in a time when there are men with so little manhood as to have almost lost all sense of the essentially different manner in which this passion, especially, manifests itself in the two sexes respectively- as not to feel the revoltingly unnatural absurdity, for instance, of all the hysterical sobbing and blubbering which, in even the most mannish of women, must be produced by such scenes as that between Romeo and the Friar, when the former is acquainted with his banishment,—and more especially that of the tomb, over the seeming corpse of Juliet.
To pursue this consideration in all the detail into which it would naturally lead us, would be so overpoweringly repugnant to our own taste and feeling, that we must at once decline the task,—besides that, as we have hinted already, no such exposition can be of much avail to either man so unmanly or woman so unwomanly, as to need it proving to them that the Juliet of Shakespeare deserves at least a man for her lover. We gladly hasten to dismiss this consideration altogether
— to exclude from our mind (which no audience could ever do) the consciousness of the real sex of Romeo's representative, and, leaving aside the monstrous epicene expression of the part, to consider the essential conception of it which the actress, with such vigorous impropriety, exerted herself to realize.
And here, we must say, the violence done to the moral nature of Shakespeare's hero, was quite as great as that done to his physical nature by this unnatural personation. So far from exhibiting anything of the gentle and sympathetic as well as noble and valiant spirit of the Romeo of Shakespeare,—if the she-Romeo aimed at any ideal whatever, it was an ideal of the most vulgarly selfish and headlong will and appetite. From the beginning to the end, whether with Ben
volio and Mercutio,-with Juliet,-with the Friar, with Tybalt,—with the Apothecary,— with his own servant,- or with Paris,—there was one determined inveteracy of tone and manner, — which, with the intensely immoveable setness of look,—the ungainly, angular figure and movement, the singularly harsh features, the husky voice of the actress herself,—the nasal utterance and awkward vowel pronunciation of her country,-combined to produce a whole as diametrically opposed to the ideal of Romeo as we have expounded it in the preceding pages, as could have been devised even by the most vivid and powerful imagination. Nor was all this coarse, unmodulated vehemence the less startling because, so far as the histrionic heroine was concerned, it was addressed to a personage with no touch of refinement and no spark of poetry.
While the whole personation was rendered but the more revolting by that very restoration of Shakespeare's words, to which the action was more than ever violently unsuited.
In short, if there be anything true in such a personation, then our previous exposition is merely nonsense. If our exposition be right, then the manager who brought forward, the auditors who admired, and the critics who applauded such a performance, have heaped upon Shakespeare an accumulation of indignity which can be expiated only by their seeking and seizing the earliest occasion of shewing to the world that they are cured of their bad taste or have discovered their mistake.
Now, we say, more than ever, are we bound to insist that the first opportunity ought to be taken of producing on the London boards this play, most especially, with the best resources for the personation of the hero and heroine that the profession might even now afford. This, which was very desirable before, is imperatively called for now.
That this piece, indeed, is one peculiarly demanding a parity of genius between the representatives of its two leading characters, we fully admit; but this consideration