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need not disclaim the absurd heresy of exalting Kit Marlowe to the most remote approximation of rivalry with Eschylus-in his nobler moods neither surpassed, nor approached, nor approachable even by Sophocles himself. He also, indeed, endeavoured to raise tragedy upon the cothurnus;-but, with the Grecian, her tread, though bold and irregular, was still firm and majestic : with him she made some few noble and stately steps-but, from over exertion, perpetually stumbled, fell, and grovelled on the earth. His mind, however, seemed to be perpetually yearning after those vast and gigantic, and sometimes vague and mysterious, conceptions which crowded on the daring imagination of the Greek as the fine lines of Drayton express it

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'Our Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs,
Had in him those brave translunary things
That your first poets had his raptures were
All air and fire, which made his verses clear;
For that fine madness still he did retain,

Which rightly should possess a poet's brain :

and if his vaulting ambition did overleap itself, and fall on the other side,' the contemporaries of Eschylus considered that his somewhat Oriental mind ventured on images and on language which the severer Attic taste proscribed as swollen and turgid. If the rant of Tamburlaine, addressed to the subject kings who drew his chariot as he entered the stage

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Holla! ye pamper'd hordes of Asia,

What can ye draw but twenty miles a-day!" became the proverbial extravagance which the poets of his day delighted to quote on the other hand, the wicked wit of Aristophanes was as little inclined to spare the more than sesquipedal compounds and lawless metaphors of the Persae. There is likewise something of singular coincidence in the lives and fates of these two poets, though here too it must be acknowledged that the comparison is as much to the disadvantage of Marlowe as that on the score of genius. Eschylus was arraigned on a charge of irreligion; his daring mind was supposed to have penetrated into the most awful mysteries of his faith, and profanely divulged them to the public:-Marlowe was accused of tampering with forbidden thoughts, of having admitted dark doubts, if not of having treated the Christian revelation with open scorn. And if, when the useful and patriotic life of Eschylus was untimely closed by a destiny which is said to have been prophetically foreshown, his more orthodox countrymen beheld in his appalling end the manifest vengeance of the gods; so when the profligate course of Marlowe was cut short in a disgraceful fray, a thrill of trembling awe seems to have run through his once dissolute companions,

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while a fierce shout of triumph, at this fearful providence, burst from the puritanical opponents of the stage.

Such are some of the singular points of resemblance between the earliest poet among our dramatists, and the unrivalled creator of the Athenian stage; and, though our drama can by no means be said to owe its existence to Marlowe, as that of Athens to Eschylus-it owes to him, nevertheless, a most important innovation, the rejection of rhyme and the adoption of blank verse. According to Mr. Collier's ingenious and satisfactory argument, 'Tamburlaine' was the first play which cast off the shackles of jingling rhyme and loose prose, which had been hitherto the language of the drama; -and much of its extravagance was intended to conciliate the audience to the innovation, and to the reception of what his contemporaries called Marlowe's mighty line. This was, in fact, the creation of English dramatic poetry; -this noblest form of verse immediately (notwithstanding the remonstrances of the rhymers, who vainly attempted to ridicule the 'swelling bombast of braggard blank verse ') took full possession of the stage. Marlowe himself, in his later efforts, greatly contributed to perfect what we may almost call his own invention. Mr. Collier has traced, with judgment, the manner in which his fine ear taught him a more easy flow,—a statelier march,―a more varied cadence,-the skill of floating the pause with greater boldness and felicity; the drawing it out from single lines, which never admitted the eleventh syllable, into a continuous stream of versification which embodied a whole speech, or, at least, a long passage, in one harmonious system. The reader, whose acquaintance with our old drama is confined to Shakspeare, will appreciate the service rendered by Marlowe, by contrasting the patches of rhyme, which occur in some of the earlier comedies, and the monotonous succession of single lines in the greater part of the three plays of Henry VI. with the freer and richer versification of the great poet's later productions. Some of these pieces of rhyme may be the remains of the old dramas, which Shakspeare worked up anew; or they may have been inserted in deference to the popular taste, which might yet retain a lingering affection for the jingle; and, in the other instance, so much of the old fabric remained, at least in the first part of Henry VI., that Shakspeare's additions may be discriminated as much by the difference of versification as of style.

The finer passages of Marlowe have been so often quoted that we almost scruple to repeat them. Even from Tamburlaine' Mr. Collier has selected some thoughts of a nobler and less exaggerated tone; and some lines of great richness and luxuriance of fancy. The close of Faustus is well known, where

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the poet represents the unhappy Doctor as watching the motion of the clock, and counting the hours and half hours as they slowly glide away and are heard to strike; and, occasionally breaking out into ejaculations of despair, feels the irresistible fatality which binds him to the fulfilment of his diabolic compact. This passage, which probably inspired Goethe, and which if the great German had finished the legend, even he could hardly have surpassed, was printed in Mr. Lamb's admirable Specimens, and has been adduced in many subsequent publications. We cannot, however, restrain ourselves from extracting at length some passages, though equally familiar to the lovers of our early poetry, from his Edward II.;' for on this play chiefly rests the right of Marlowe to be considered the legitimate forerunner of Shakspeare. The abdication of Edward II. is surpassed, indeed, by that of Richard II.; but it would have been dangerous for less than Shakspeare to have attempted to cope with Marlowe. Edward's allusion to his son even adds a tenderness to Marlowe's scene which is wanting in Shakspeare's.

'LEICESTER.-Be patient, good my lord, cease to lament;
Imagine Killingworth Castle were your court,
And that you lay for pleasure here a space,
Not for compulsion or necessity.

EDWARD.-Leicester, if gentle words might comfort me,
Thy speeches long ago had eased my sorrows:
For kind and loving hast thou always been.
The griefs of private men are soon allay'd,
But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck,
Runs to a herb that closeth up the wounds;
But when the imperial lion's flesh is gored,
He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw,
And highly scorning that the lowly earth
Should drink his blood, mounts up to th' air.
And so it fares with me, whose dauntless mind
Th' ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb,
And that unnatural queen, false Isabel,
That thus hath pent and mew'd me in a prison :
For such outrageous passions cloy my soul,
As with the wings of rancour and disdain,
Full often am I soaring up to high heaven,
To 'plain me to the gods against them both.
But when I call to mind I am a king,
Methinks I should revenge me of the wrongs
That Mortimer and Isabel have done.
But what are kings, when regiment is gone,
But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
My nobles rule, I bear the name of king;
I wear the crown, but am controll'd by them,

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By Mortimer, and my unconstant queen,
Who spots my nuptial bed with infamy;
Whilst I am lodged within this cave of care,
Where sorrow at my elbow still attends,
To company my heart with sad laments,
That bleeds within me for this strange exchange,
But tell me, must I now resign my crown,
To make usurping Mortimer a king?

WINCHESTER.-Your grace mistakes; it is for England's good,
And princely Edward's right, we crave the crown.
EDWARD.-ÑO, 'tis for Mortimer, not Edward's head,
For he's a lamb encompassed by wolves,
Which in a moment will abridge his life.
But if proud Mortimer do wear this crown,
Heaven turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire,
Or like the snaky wreath of Tisiphon,
Engirt the temples of his hateful head;
So shall not England's vine be perished,

But Edward's name survive, though Edward dies.
LEICESTER.-My lord, why waste you thus the time away?
They stay your answer, will you yield the crown?
EDWARD.-Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I can brook
To lose my crown and kingdom without cause;
To give ambitious Mortimer my right,
That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss,
In which extremes my mind here murthered is.
But what the heavens appoint I must obey!
Here take my crown; the life of Edward too;
Two kings in England cannot reign at once;
But stay awhile, let me be king till night,
That I may gaze upon this glittering crown:
So shall my eyes receive their last content,
My head, the latest honour due to it,
And jointly both yield up their wished right.
Continue ever, thou celestial sun :
Let never silent night possess this clime;
Stand still, you watches of the element;
All times and seasons, rest you at a stay,
That Edward may be still fair England's king;

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But day's bright beam doth vanish fast away,
And needs I must resign my wished crown.
Inhuman creatures! nursed with tiger's milk!
Why gape you for your sovereign's overthrow!
My diadem I mean, and guiltless life.
See, monsters, see, I'll wear my crown again:

[He puts on the crown.

What! fear you not the fury of your king?
But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly led;"

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They pass not for thy frowns as late they did,

But seek to make a new elected king;

Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts,
Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments;
And, in this torment, comfort find I none,

But that I feel the crown upon my head;
And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.
TRUSTY.-My Lord, the parliament must have present news:
And therefore say, will you resign or no.
EDWARD.-I'll not resign, but while I live be king!
Traitors, begone, and join with Mortimer.
Elect, confirm, install, do what you will;

Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries.
WINCHESTER. This answer we'll return, and so farewell.
LEICESTER.-Call them again, my Lord, and speak them fair;
For if they go, the prince shall lose his right.
EDWARD.-Call thou them back, I have no power to speak.
LEICESTER.-My Lord, the king is willing to resign.
WINCHESTER.-If he be not, let him choose.

EDWARD. O Would I might! but heaven and earth conspire
To make me miserable! Here, receive my crown.
Receive it!-No, these innocent hands of mine
Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.

He of you all that most desires my blood,
And will be called the murtherer of a king,
Take it. What, are you mov'd? pity you me?
Then send for unrelenting Mortimer,
And Isabel, whose eyes, being turn'd to steel,,
Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear.
Yet, stay; for rather than I will look on them-
Here-here! Now sweet God of heaven,

[He gives them the crown.

Make me despise this transitory pomp,
And sit for ever enthroned in heaven!

Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes,
Or if I live, let me forget myself.

WINCHESTER.-My lord

EDWARD.

Call me not Lord.

Away, out of my sight! ah, pardon me,
Grief makes me lunatic.

Let not that Mortimer protect my son;

More safety is there in a tiger's jaws,

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Than his embracements.-Bear this to the queen,
Wet with my tears, and dried again with sighs;

If with the sight thereof she be not moved,

Return it back, and dip it in my blood.
Commend me to my son, and bid him rule
Better than I. Yet how have I transgressed,

Unless it be with too much clemency ?-Act v. sc. i.

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