Coun. And see'st My station, and thine own? Huon. I see my own. Coun. Not mine? Huon. I cannot, for the fair That towerest 'bove thy station!-Pardon me! We shall be loved! Kings, from their thrones cast down, That hardly bowed to them in plentitude, Has kissed the dust before them, stripped of all! Coun. [Confused.] I nothing see that's relative in this, That bears upon the argument. Huon. Oh, much, Durst but my heart explain. Coun. Hast thou a heart? I thought thou wast a serf; and, as a serf, Had'st thought and will none other than thy lord's, What, were it e'en suspicion, were thy death. Thou lookedst so? [Huon smiles. Huon. To die for thee were such. Coun. Sir? Huon. For his master oft a serf has died, And thought it sweet; and may not, then, a serf' Coun. Thou art presumptuous-very-so, no wonder Thou'dst do well If I misunderstood thee. To be thyself, and nothing more. Huon. Myself! Coun. Why, art thou not a serf? What right hast thou To set thy person off with such a bearing? And move with such a gait? to give thy brow The set of noble s, and thy tongue his phrase? Than on themselves, "and they were made for them." He may chance If others' eyes see that they should not see, Huon. Oh, lady Coun. What? Huon. Heard I aright? Coun. Aright-what heard'st thou, then? Thou know'st 'twere shame, the lowest free-woman Huon. I know it, lady. Coun. That I meant to say, No more. Don't read such books to me again. For the future, no reply, when I remark. Hear, but don't speak-unless you're told-and then Enter FALCONER, with hawk, R. My Falconer! So. An hour I'll fly my hawk. [Crosses, L [Retires a little, L. Coun. They are no portion of his excellence : Till he o'ertops his prey; then gives his stoop, [Huon advances, B. Obedient-yet a daring, dauntless bird! END OF ACT I. [Exeunt, L. ACT II. SCENE I.-The Country. On one side a Ruin, on the other a clump of lofty trees. Enter PRINCE FREDERICK and ULRICK, R. Fred. Now thou hast seen her, tell me what thou thinks't Has she a heart? Ulrick. I think her flesh and blood. Fred. Ay, most sweet flesh, and blood most rich! She has a heart. blends the lively and pathetic in a happy style, although the joke of Catherine, which so amusingly concludes the play, may be considered as partaking too strongly of the characteristic of a comedy ending. An objection might also be taken to the weakening of the interest that occurs in the two last acts: they drag slowly in the representation, and weary the patience of an audience. The dialogue is at times expanded, where compression would have added to its vigor. The acted copy we present to our readers has been skilfully pruned by the players to adapt it for representation, but curtailment is at best but a dangerous substitute for condensation. The language is, however, terse and rich, abounding in just thoughts, well expressed and aptly introduced. The speeches have generally a distinct purpose, they are not mere rhetorical flourishes embellished with the flowers of poetry, nor are they mere showy declamations. They breathe at times the true language of nature, speaking in a voice that finds a response in every breast. The following description of the varied moods of love, is exceedingly rich in imagery, and withal truthful: "I said it was a wilful, wayward thing, And so it is-fantastic and perverse! Which makes its sport of persons and of seasons, Takes its own way, no matter right or wrong. It is the bee that finds the honey out, Where least you'd dream 'twould seek the nectarous store. And 'tis an arrant masquer-this same love That most outlandish, freakish faces wears, To hide its own! Looks a proud Spaniard now Now a grave Turk: hot Ethiopian next; And then phlegmatic Englishman; and then Gay Frenchman; bye-and-bye, Italian, at All things a song; and in another skip, Gruff Dutchman;-still is love behind the masque But that where lie its thoughts!-will openly Shows most like hate, e'en when it most is love; Is oft its own dupe, like a thorough cheat; It falls on its knees, making most piteous suit True dignity is happily depicted in the following passage. It smacks of the nervousness of the elder dramatists. Riches impoverish, that divide respect! We shall be loved! Kings, from their thrones cast down, That hardly bowed to them in plenitude, Has kissed the dust before them, stripped of all!" As a whole, we would award to this play, the claim of a passionate earnestness in the dialogue, and a directness of purpose, not paralleled in any other production of the author's. We have noticed the popularity this play attained on its first production. The acting of Miss Ellen Tree, in the Countess, was highly lauded by the critics; exceptions were, however, taken to the predominance she gave to the lofty indifference the poet has thrown around the character of the Countess: we consider this point in the author's creation to be exceptionable ;— a passionate woman, such as the Countess is represented to be, would not have been able to reply to Huon's simple, affecting appeals, with haughty indifference; the love-sick girl would have appeared behind. We think the same error is palpable in Mrs. Shaw's otherwise perfect embodiment of the part; and, although the author may be chargeable for the defect, yet we hold it would be truer to nature did the representatives of the part subdue the hauteur and indifference of the Countess, and heighten the passionate devotion of the woman, in passages where the poet has failed in making the character a true transcript of nature. H. |