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latter part of his life was spent in ease, retirement, gentlemen of the neighbourhood; and here he is and the conversation of his friends. He had accu- thought to have written the play of Twelfth Night. mulated considerable property, which Gildon (in He died on his birth-day, Tuesday, April 23, 1616, his Letters and Essays) stated to amount to 3001. when he had exactly completed his fifty-second per ann. a sum equal to 1000l. in our days. But year; and was buried on the north side of the chanMr. Malone doubts whether all his property cel, in the great church at Stratford, where a monuamounted to much more than 2001. per ann, which ment is placed in the wall, on which he is repreyet was a considerable fortune in those times; and sented under an arch, in a sitting posture, a cushion it is supposed, that he might have derived 2001. an-spread before him, with a pen in his right hand, nually from the theatre, while he continued to act. and his left rested on a scroll of paper. The rol
lowing Latin distich is engraved under the cushion He retired some years before his death to a
Judicio Pylium, genio Socratem, arte Maronem, house in Stratford, of which it has been thought
Terra tegit, populus mæret, Olympus habet. important to give the history. It was built by Sir Perhaps we should read Sophoclem, instead of soHugh Clopton, a younger brother of an ancient cratem. Underneath are the following lines : family in that neighbourhood. Sir Hugh was
Stay, passenger, why dost thou go so fast? sheriff of London in the reign of Richard III. and
Read, if thou canst, whom envious death has plac'd lord mayor in that of Henry VII. By his will he Within this monument: Shakspeare, with whom bequeathed to his elder brother's son his manor of Quick nature died; whose name doth deck the tomb Clopton, &c. and his house by the name of the
Far more than cost : since all that he hath writ
Leaves living art but page to serve his wit. Great House in Stratford. A good part of the estate was in possession of Edward Clopton, Esq.
Obiit ano. Dni. 1616,
Æt. 53, die 23 Apri. and Sir Hugh Clopton, Knt, in 1733. The principal estate had been sold out of the Clopton family
We have not any account of the malady whicn, for above a century, at the time when Shakspeare bours of this unrivalled and incomparable genius.
at no very advanced age, closed the life and labecame the purchaser, who, having repaired and modelled it to his own mind, changed the name to
The only notice we have of his person is from New Place, which the mansion-house afterwards
Aubrey, who says, “He was a handsome well
shaped man;" and adds, “verie good company, erected, in the room of the poet's house, retained
and of a verie ready and pleasant and smooth wit.' for many years. The house and lands belonging to it continued in the possession of Shakspeare's His family consisted of two daughters, and a son descendants to the time of the Restoration, when named Hamnet, who died in 1596, in the twelfth they were re-purchased by the Clopton family. year of his age. Susannah, the eldest daughter, Here, in May, 1742, when Mr. Garrick, Mr. Mack- and her father's favourite, was married to Dr. John lin, and Mr. Delane, visited Stratford, they were
Hall, a physician, who died Nov. 1635, aged 60. hospitably entertained under Shakspeare's mul- Mrs. Hall died July 11, 1649, aged 66. They lent berry-tree, by Sir Hugh Clopton, who was a bar- only one child, Elizabeth, born 1607-8, and married rister, was knighted by George I. and died in the April 22, 1626, to Thomas Nashe, esq. who died in s0th year of his age, 1751. His executor, about 1647; and afterwards to Sir John Barnard, of the year 1752, sold New Place to the Rev. Mr. Abington in Northamptonshire, but died without Gastrel, a man of large fortune, who resided in it issue by either husband. Judith, Shakspeare's but a few years, in consequence of a disagreement youngest daughter, was married to Mr. Thomas with the inhabitants of Stratford. As he resided Quiney, and died Feb. 1661-2, in her 77th year. part of the year at Litchfield, he thought he was By Mr. Quiney she had three sons, Shakspeare, assessed too highly in the monthly rate towards the Richard, and Thomas, who all died unmarried. maintenance of the poor, and being opposed, he The traditional story of Shakspeare having been peevishly declared, that that house should never the father of Sir William Davenant, has been gebe assessed again; and soon afterwards pulled it nerally discredited. down, sold the materials, and left the town. He From these imperfect notices, * which are all had some time before cut down Shakspeare's mul- we have been able to collect from the labours o. perry-tree, to save himself the trouble of showing his biographers and commentators, our readers it to visitors. That Shakspeare planted this tree will perceive that less is known of Shakspeare appears to be sufficiently authenticated. Where than of almost any writer who has been considerNew Place stood is now a garden.
i * The first regular attempt at a life of Bhakspeare is pre During Shakspeare's abode in this house, he fixed to Mr. A. Chalmer's variorum edition, published in 1903 enjoyed the acquaintance and friendship of the lof which we have availed ourselves in the above Sketch
ed as an object of laudable curiosity. Nothing history. The industry of his illustrators for the could be more highly gratifying, than an account last forty years, has been such as probably never of the early studies of this wonderful man, the was surpassed in the annals of literary investigaprogress of his pen, his moral and social qualities, tion; yet so far from information of the his friendships, his failings, and whatever else con- conclusive or satisfactory kind, that even the order stitutes personal history. But on all these topics in which his plays are written rests principally on his contemporaries, and his immediate successors, conjecture, and of some of the plays usually printca have been equally silent; and if aught can hereaf- among his works, it is not yet determined whether ter be discovered, it must be by exploring sources he wrote the whole, or any part. We are, how which have hitherto escaped the anxious researches ever, indebted to the labours of his commentators, of those who have devoted their whole lives, and not only for much light thrown upon his obscuritheir most vigorous talents, to revive his memory, ties, but for a text purified from the gross blunders and illustrate his writings.
Tof preceding transcribers and editors; and it is
almost unnecessary to add, that the text of the folIt is equally unfortunate, tha, we know as little lowing volumes is that of the last corrected edition of the progress of his writings, as of his personal of Johnson and Steevens.
Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uilsite Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Hate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny
our cable, for our own doth little advantage ! If he SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master
[Exeunt. and a Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the top-mast'; yare; lower, BoatSWAIN,
lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry
wilhin.] A plague upon this howling! they are Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
louder than the weather, or our office.Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely,' or we run ourselves aground : bestir, Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo bestir.
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'cr, Enter Mariners.
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox of your throat! you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my phemous, uncharitable dog! hearts; yare, yaretake in the top-sail: tend to Boats. Work you, then. the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent wind, if room enough!
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Gonzalo, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's
leaky as an unstaunched' wench.
Boals. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two the master? Play the men.
courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boastwain ?
Enter Mariners, wet. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
(Exeunt. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us silence: trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast|For our case is as theirs. aboard.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boals. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives ly are a counsellor; if you can command these ele- drunkards. ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, 2 This wide-chapped rascal; Would, thou might's we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides ! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, it'it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, nearts. Out of our way, I say.
(Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- ( A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children ! complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother !–We split, we split, we split.(1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
13) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely
Anl. Let's all sink with the king. (Exil. In the dark backward and abysın of time!
Erit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam’st here, thou may’st. sea sor an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira.
But that I do not surze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death..
(Exit. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. SCENE II.-The island : before the cell of Pros. Mira. Sir, are not you my father. pero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy fathe Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Was duke of Milan; and his only' heir Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
A princess ;-no worse issued. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Mira.
0, the heavens ! But that the sea, mounting to the welkın's cheek, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ! Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Or blessed was't we did ? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Pro.
Both, both, my girl. Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
But blessedly holp hither. Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'a.
O, my heart bleeds Tlad I been any god of power, I would
To think o' the teen' that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er?
Which is from my remembrance! Please you furtheIt should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call d Antonio, The freighting souls within her.
I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Pro.
Be collected; Be so perfidious !-hé whom, next thyself, No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put There's no harm done.
The manage of my state; as, at that time, Mira. 0, wo the day!
Through all the signiories it was the first, Pro.
No harm. And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee,
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, (or thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
The government I cast upon my brother, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
And to my state grew stranger, being transported Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleAnd thy no greater father.
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whop I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
To trash for over-topping ; new created And pluck my magic garment from me. -So; The creatures that were mine; I say or chang' (Lays down his mantle.
them, Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have or else new form'd them: having both the key
comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
of officer and office, set all hearts The very virtue of compassion in thee,
The ivy, which had my princely trunk, I have with such provision in mine art
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st Su safely order'd, that there is no soul
not: No, not so much perdition as a hair,
I pray thee, mark me. Betid to any creature in the vessel
O good sir, I do. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedica'c Sit down;
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind For thou must now know further.
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Mira.
You have often
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Like a good parent, did beget of him Concluding, Slay, not yet.
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Pro.
The hour's now come; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
Not only with what my revenue yielded, A time before we came unto this cell ?
But what my power might else exact - like one, I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Out? three years old.
Made such a sinner of his memory,
Certainly, sir, I can. To credit his own lie,-he did believe
And executing the outward face of royalty,
'Tis far off;
With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition
Growing, -Dost hear ? And rather like a dream than an assurance
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure dealness That my remembrance warrants : had I not Pro. To have no screen' between this part he Four or five women once, that tended me?
play'd, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how And him he play'd it for, he needs will be is it,
Absolute Milan: me, poor man!- my library That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
'1) Before. '2) Quite. (3) Abyss. (4) Sorrow. (5) Cu away. (6) Without