descend to write fustian for the town, in order to rule over it; subjected him to the charge of impiety, probably for nothing but too scornfully treating irreverent notions of the Deity; and brought him, in the prime of his life, to a violent end in a tavern. His plays abound in wilful and self-worshipping speeches, and every one of them turns upon some kind of ascendancy at the expense of other people. He was the head of a set of young men from the university, the Peeles, Greens, and others, all more or less possessed of a true poetical vein, who, bringing scholarship to the theatre, were intoxicated with the new graces they threw on the old bombast, carried to their height the vices as well as wit of the town, and were destined to see, with indignation and astonishment, their work taken out of their hands, and done better, by the uneducated interloper from Stratford-upon-Avon. Marlowe enjoys the singular and (so far) unaccountable honour of being the only English writer to whom Shakspeare seems to have alluded with approbation. In As You Like It, Phoebe says, Dead Shepherd! now I know thy saw of might,- The "saw" is in Marlowe's Hero and Leander, a poem not comparable with his plays. The ranting part of Marlowe's reputation has been chiefly owing to the tragedy of Tamburlaine, a passage in which is laughed at in Henry the Fourth, and has become famous. Tamburlaine cries out to the captive monarchs whom he has yoked to his car,— Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia, What! can ye draw but twenty miles a day, Then follows a picture drawn with real poetry : The horse that guide the golden eye of Heaven, And blow the morning from their nostrils (read nosterils), Are not so honour'd in their governor, As you, ye slaves, in mighty Tamburlaine. It has latterly been thought that a genius like Marlowe Of stature tall and straightly fashioned, So large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit, Pale of complexion, wrought in him with passion, &c. By "passion" we are to understand, not anger, but deep emotions. Peele or Green might possibly have written the beautiful verse that closes these four lines: Kings of Argier, Moroccus, and of Fesse, but the following is surely Marlowe's own : As princely lions when they rouse themselves, Stretching their paws and threatening herds of beasts, and in the following is not only a hint of the scornful part Until the Persian fleet and men of wars, Sailing along the Oriental sea, Have fetch'd about the Indian continent, Even from Persepolis to Mexico, And thence unto the Straits of Jubaltàr. Milton never surpassed the elevation of that close. Who also but Marlowe is likely to have written the fine passage extracted into this volume, under the title of Beauty beyond Expression, in which the thought argues as much expression as the style a confident dignity? Tamburlaine was most likely a joint-stock piece, got up from the manager's chest by Marlowe, Nash, and perhaps half-a-dozen others; for there are two consecutive plays on the subject, and the theatres of our own time are not unacquainted with this species of manufacture. But I am forgetting the plan of my book. Marlowe, like Spenser, is to be looked upon as a poet who had no native precursors. As Spenser is to be criticised with an eye to his poetic ancestors, who had nothing like the Fairy Queen, so is Marlowe with reference to the authors of Gorboduc. He got nothing from them; he prepared the way for the versification, the dignity, and the pathos of his successors, who have nothing finer of the kind to show than the death of Edward the Second-not Shakspeare himself; — and his imagination, like Spenser's, haunted those purely poetic regions of ancient fabling and modern rapture, of beautiful forms and passionate expressions, which they were the first to render the common property of inspiration, and whence their language drew "empyreal air." Marlowe and Spenser are the first of our poets who perceived the beauty of words; not as apart from their significance, nor upon occasion only, as Chaucer did (more marvellous in that than themselves, or than the originals from whom he drew), but as a habit of the poetic mood, and as receiving and reflecting beauty through the feeling of the ideas. THE JEW OF MALTA'S IDEA OF WEALTH. So that of thus much that return was made, Tell that which may maintain him all his life. But he whose steel-barr'd coffers are cramm'd full, And for a pound to sweat himself to death. May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity : This is the ware wherein consists my wealth; And thus, methinks, should men of judgment frame Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade, |