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 SUMMARY OF CONCLUSIONS.
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      | IT has now to be claimed for the present 
      interpretation of Shakspeare's Sonnets that it corrects the errors of 
      superficial research, and enables us to clear up the mystery of Thorpe's 
      inscription; that it recovers for us the long-lost key wherewith 
      Shakspeare unlocked his heart to his "private friends"; fathoms and 
      unfolds the secret histories which have been a sealed book for two 
      centuries and a half, and solves one of the most piquant if not important 
      of literary problems; makes the life-spirit that once breathed in these 
      fragments stir and knit them together again to become a living body of 
      facts, shaped objectively in some near likeness to the form originally 
      worn in Shakspeare's mind—a veritable presence before which all the 
      phantom falsehoods must fade, and all such "exsufflicate and blown 
      surmises" as have attainted the Sonnets and wronged their writer must 
      ultimately pass away.
 
 It is no longer necessary to assume that the patchwork of Shakspeare's 
      Sonnets is the variegated vesture of his own perplexing personality.  The 
      present pleading is really an appeal to English common sense on behalf of 
      our greatest Englishman, who was common sense personified at its loftiest.  This reading enables us to see how it is that Shakspeare can be at the 
      same time the Friend who loves and is blessed, and the Lover who dotes and 
      is disconsolate; how the great calm man of the sweetest blood, the 
      smoothest temper, and most cheery soul can be quite contented with his 
      lot, and yet appear to be the anxious, jealous, fretful wooer who has been 
      pursued by the "slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune," and driven from 
      his heart's home to drift about the world as a wanderer, who, in his 
      weakness, has said and done things for which he prays forgiveness, and 
      which in him are not hard to forgive, because he is a lover who has been 
      much tried, and amidst all the shiftings of life and backslidings of 
      fortune has been true at heart and steadfast in his love.  Here we can see 
      how the Poet has been the Player still, in his "idle hours," and how he 
      could personate a passion to the life, disguise his face past our 
      recognition, and change the dramatic mash at will for the amusement of his 
      "private friends": at one moment rendering the pretty petulance and 
      tender reproaches of a jealous lady who grows desperate because she does 
      not know the worst, but is fully inclined to think it; at another 
      breathing all his heart into the protestations of a ranging lover who has 
      been here and there, and whose love has appeared to be the slave of Time 
      and the sport of wind and wave, and yet no distance could
      sever it from its true resting-place.  Then he can lay aside the mask and 
      show his own face calm and noble, wearing a look of smiling cheer for his 
      friend; or, if there be a shadow on it, this does not darken from 
      within—comes from no selfish pang—no personal compunction of 
      conscience—but only reflects that cloud
      which is passing over the fortunes of his "dear Boy."  Thus we may 
      understand how he can be modest for himself and shrinking out of all 
      notice, yet grow defiant and dazzling as a "mailed angel on a battle-day" when he is fighting for this friend, and the sword glitters, the shield 
      glows, the valour mounts, and the trumpet
      rings.  These sounding promises and lofty boasts of immortality being only 
      the echoes and reverberations in the upper air of the battle with Time and 
      Fortune,
      and "all-oblivious Enmity," which is going on below.  Thus we may 
      comprehend
      how Shakspeare can rejoice in this friend who is all the world to him, 
      and, directly after, depict the feeling of forlorn friendlessness of that 
      friend who is "in disgrace with Fortune and Men's eyes," and who looks on 
      himself as an outcast, and wishes he were as those who have friends and 
      sit within the warm and rosy inner circle of happiness; how the spirit, 
      that in motion was at rest, can appear full of all unrest and disquietude; 
      how the love that is such a still blessedness to the one can be to the 
      other like the fabled thorn in the breast of the Nightingale which she 
      presses and sings "sweet! sweet! sweet!" bleeding all the while she 
      turns her sorrow into song; how one Sonnet can tell of the speaker's "well-contented day," and show that he has the richest of all possessions 
      in his own self-possession, whilst its neighbouring plaint embodies a 
      spirit that is perturbed and full of discontent—changeful as the spirit 
      of April.  How he can write playfully on one side of the same theme, and be 
      deeply, painfully in earnest on the other.  How he can assert his own 
      steadfastness of unwavering affection, and with an almost monotonous 
      iteration protest its unchangeableness now and for ever, whilst, at the 
      same time, he continues the story: the quarrels, the flirtations, partings 
      and greetings of a pair of lovers the course of whose love did not run 
      smooth, but was full of ups and downs, tests and trials, leave-takings and 
      makings-up.  And when he has done ample justice poetically to the character 
      of the Earl, and "confessed" him with all his unfolded faults and 
      penitent tears, he can, in his own person, give him absolution and, with 
      the lustiest sense of his own liberty to do so, celebrate that "marriage 
      of true minds" in Sonnet 116—assert emphatically the truth of the whole 
      matter, and challenge all the world with the airest, cheeriest defiance to 
      prove any error on him.  He writes playful, punning Sonnets for William 
      Herbert, some big with burlesque, and some that paint a passion in fiery 
      hues, but showing that he presides over his own work; gives his own 
      summing-up and last word, we hear his real self, speaking out finally in 
      characterization of the subject, with a judicial solemnity of tone which 
      goes farthest, sinks deepest, and tells us plainly enough when his own 
      spirit touches us to call our attention so that we may look and see his 
      own thought and understand his words.
 
 This reading alone permits us to see how the speaker in the Latter Sonnets 
      can be represented as a youth in pursuit of a woman old enough to play the 
      part of mother; how the lady can be described as Age in love, and why her 
      age, about which she told her lies, should have been afterwards suppressed; why her "amber hair for foul" was "darkly quoted," and why Sidney's 
      Sonnets are echoed or replied to point by point, and feature by feature, 
      because the lady is the same through every change of character.
 
 When once we grasp the fact that many of the Sonnets are composed upon 
      given subjects, we can see how Sidney's Sonnet on Age in love would become 
      suggestive and be utilized.
 
        
        
          
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      "Let not Old Age disgrace my high desire,O heavenly soul, in human shape contained;
 Old wood inflamed doth yield 
      the bravest fire,
 When younger doth in smoke his virtue spend:
 Nor let 
      white hairs, which on my face do grow,
 Seem to your eyes of a disgraceful 
      hue,
 Since whiteness doth present the sweetest show,
 Which makes all eyes do 
      homage unto you:
 Old age is wise, and full of constant truth;
 Old age well stayed from ranging humour lives;
 Old age hath known 
      whatever was in youth;
 Old age o'ercome, the greater honour gives:
 And to old age since you yourself aspire,
 Let not old age disgrace my high 
      desire."
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      Age in love being the theme, we can see how the matter would assume a 
      humorous aspect as the subject of Sonnet 138, with Herbert for speaker in 
      place of Basilius, where the lady aimed at was so much the elder.  Of the 
      one lady be-sonnetted we may say with Lear, "Her eyes are fierce;"  but 
      the eyes of Elizabeth Vernon "do comfort and not burn;" of the one 
      series of Sonnets that they have an unhallowed glow, of the other that it 
      wears the white halo of purity.
 All the secret from beginning to end lies in the simple fact that the "sweet swan of Avon," like Wordsworth's swan upon St. Mary's Lake—
 
      "Floats DOUBLE, 
      swan and shadow," in writing those Sonnets that are dramatic.  No other theory can pretend to 
      reconcile the conflicting differences and prickly points of opposition 
      with which the Sonnets have so bristled all over that many persons, seeing 
      the host of difficulties, have shut their eyes and closed the book.  This 
      alone takes the Sonnets almost as they stand; tells their various stories, 
      identifies the different characters; matches these with their expression; calls them by the name to which they answer; proves many of the inner 
      facts by events, and dates, and illustrations from the outer life of the 
      persons and the historic surroundings of the period.  It shows that many of 
      these Sonnets are shaped by the spirit of the age; how they wear its 
      "form and pressure," and have its circumstances figured in their imagery.  
      It tells us how the things here written were once lived by Shakspeare and 
      his friends. It shows us the concealed half of the Man, the other side of 
      the luminary, and does more than anything hitherto accomplished to connect 
      him with the life of his time; makes him touch earth again; brings him 
      back to us in his habit and affection as he lived.  It is the most 
      authentic revelation ever given of his own inner life, for some twelve 
      years of his sojourn on this earth; affords the most private peep into the 
      sanctuary of his soul that was kept so closely curtained to the gaze of 
      his contemporaries, and tells us more about his own self than all that has 
      been gathered of him since the day of his death.  By its help we may enter 
      the early garden of his dramatic mind—the very site whereof seemed 
      lost—and trace certain roots of his nature; see how they first put forth 
      their feelers to take hold of that human world which they were to ramify 
      through and through, and embrace all round.  Also the present reading of 
      the Sonnets throws the only light upon Shakspeare's words to Southampton, 
      "What I have to do is yours; being part in all I have devoted yours," 
      and gives the only localization to the fact of Herbert's personal 
      familiarity with Shakspeare recorded by the players in the dedication of 
      the first folio.
 Hitherto half the matter and all the most precious part of the meaning 
      have been lost sight of.  We have missed the points that touch life the 
      nearest, and
      the traits that bring us the closest to Shakspeare.  The light of nature 
      has been
      put out, and the Sonnets have lacked the living glow.  We have been cheated 
      by impoverishing impositions.  The images that are figured facts coloured 
      from
      the life, have hitherto been mere phantoms, making a dumb show of poetry.  But once we can see and believe that our Poet is dealing with realities, 
      the rekindled light illumines everything.  The Sonnets are all astir with a 
      more vital existence.  The wayside common-places flower again; the world of 
      fancy
      grows fruitful; a new soul has come into the Sonnets!  They gain immensely 
      in beauty, gravity, and fitness to subject, when we have reached their 
      underlying realities, and are wondrously enriched when ranged in contrast 
      and set jewel-like, "each other's beams to share," wearing the diverse 
      colours of their various characteristics.  All their poetic qualities are 
      enhanced by our getting at the right relationship of persons.  Truth is 
      ever the eternal basis of the highest beauty, and as we reach the truth 
      here the meaning deepens indefinitely, the
      poetry brightens in a loftier light.  The solemn thought is more sagely 
      fine, the tenderness more pathetic, the feeling more significant, the 
      fancy more felicitous, the strength more potent, the sweetness more 
      virginal, the illustration more appropriate.  We are no longer hindered in 
      our enjoyment of the divinely dainty love-poetry, that could only have 
      been offered to a woman, by the feeling that makes Englishmen "scunner" 
      to see two men kiss each other, or hear them woo one another in amorous 
      words.
 
 We can now see that these Sonnets transcend all others as much as his 
      plays are above those of his contemporaries.  "Shakspeare's divine 
      Sonnets," they were nobly named by Elizabeth Barrett Browning; but how 
      intensely human they are, how exquisitely natural, could not be known till 
      now, when, for the
      first time, the real heart-beat of them may be felt.  And by as much as 
      they grow in meaning, in vivid life, in morality, does their writer gain 
      in manliness.  Hitherto they have been read in sad uncertainty of Shakspeare's 
      drift,
      or with sadder certainty of his moral delinquency.  For the first time we 
      can read them without fear or trembling lest some apparition of the Poet's 
      guilt should rise up vast and shadowy, and as we might try to stammer excusingly,
      much larger than life.  We can now sit down to their banquet of beauty without being nervously apprehensive about the ghost rising.  We may see that 
      the most passionate of the Sonnets are not necessarily the travail of his 
      own soul and sweat-drops of his own agony; all the more perplexing to us, 
      because he had
      apparently put himself and us to the torture when there was no need.  We 
      can breathe more freely, feel a little calmer, when we do comprehend that 
      he did not crucify himself for the whole world to see his shame; did not 
      make all the poetic capital possible out of his friend; and, having 
      handed him over to his enemies, hang himself publicly, Judas-like, in a 
      fit of repentance.  And we shall soon feel that it is not so very 
      marvellous a thing that the most dramatic of poets should
      have at times employed the dramatic method in his Sonnets.  Especially when 
      his subject was real life—the life and the loves of those who were so 
      dear to him—in singing of which some disguise was demanded by the nature 
      of the case, the marked position of his friends.
 
 The Sonnets have had many readers who felt there was much more in them 
      than had yet been found, and who would have been only too glad if they 
      could have got to the root of the matter by means of such a theory as is 
      now propounded.  Charles Lamb, for instance.  He was a reader of the 
      Sonnets.  One who would have brooded over them till his heart ran over in 
      the quaintest babblement of loving words, if he might only have grasped 
      the revelation that flashed out of them by evanescent gleams, and left the 
      darkness more bewildering than ever.  But to catch the Protean sprit, and hold it, and compel it 
      to declare itself in a recognizable shape, was as tantalizing and 
      provoking a task as trying to arrest the reflection of a face in water all 
      in motion, with the sunbeams dancing on it, and the eyes completely 
      dazzled.  This will explain why the Sonnets have had so few commentators, 
      when the other works of Shakspeare
      have collected such a host.  The wisest readers have been content to rest 
      with Mr. Dyce in his declaration, that after repeated perusals, he was 
      convinced that the greater number of them were composed in an assumed 
      character, on different subjects, and at different times, for the 
      amusement, and probably at the suggestion of the author's intimate associates.  And having cracked the nut we 
      find this to be the very kernel of it; only my theory unmasks the 
      characters assumed, unfolds the nature of the various subjects, traces the 
      different times at which they were composed, and identifies those intimate 
      associates of Shakspeare who supplied both suggestion and subjects for his 
      Sonnets.  It brings us, like the Prince in search of his Sleeping Beauty, 
      to the inmost nook of Shakspeare's poetry; the magic hermitage to which 
      the invention of Southampton "gave light," and which was locked up and the 
      key given to Herbert or pocketed by him, nearly three centuries ago.  We 
      shall find everything as the Poet left it, for the place is sacred from 
      the touch of Time.  The friends and lovers are here pictured as in life, 
      wearing the dresses they wore of old, and looking for us as they looked in 
      the eyes of each other.  As we break the stillness the life seems to begin 
      again, the colour comes back to the faces, and the sound of breathing is 
      heard in the charmed chamber of imagery which has been sealed in silence 
      for so long.  We have come secretly into the presence
      of Shakspeare himself.  Does he resent this intrusion?  Do the smiling 
      brows darken at our coming?  I trust not, I think not.  If I have rightly 
      interpreted the feeling of our Poet for his friend Southampton, he would 
      willingly reach
      a hand from his high place to put this wreath upon the rightful brow.  So 
      fully did he once mean to set a crown of immortal flowers where Fortune 
      had bound her thorns, only he was hindered by one of those complications 
      of life that perplex human nature, with circumstances absurdly 
      insufficient, and so often foil intention, and drag dawn the lifted hand.
 
 In reviewing my early work, some of the critics 
      professed their readiness to throw up the Personal Theory, and to admit 
      that the reason why certain of the Sonnets—those filled with particular 
      facts which cannot be made personal to the life and character of 
      Shakspeare—were the most real might be because such Sonnets were dramatic, 
      and not to be understood unless we could get them once more related to the 
      characters intended by Shakspeare.  They professed to sympathize seriously with my indignation against the 
      Personal Interpretation.  They willingly admitted that I had for ever 
      destroyed the Autobiographic hypothesis of the Sonnets by demonstrating 
      their dramatic nature in many instances; and yet they could wantonly cast 
      discredit on my particular dramatic interpretation whilst admitting 
      the necessity of it, and having nothing to put in the place of
      this historical identification.  They preferred the drama that was a 
      poetized Ideal to this which is human and real, and can be once more 
      related to the lives of Shakspeare's friends, and circumstantially 
      verified by the records of his time.  There is a current literary tendency 
      in favour of preferring the shadow to the substance, the phantom to the 
      fact, cloud-land to solid earth.  This, however, is unfortunate when we 
      have to do, not with a Shelley, let us say, but with Shakspeare.
 
 I have previously suggested that in personally vouching 
      for the purity of his Sonnets as attested by Benson, their second editor, Shakspeare was 
      virtually repudiating the Autobiographical Interpretation.  If we had the 
      details of his defence and explanation, we should doubtless learn directly 
      from him that certain of the Sonnets were written dramatically, as now 
      demonstrated, for the "Private Friends," Southampton and Herbert, but 
      that all was changed in appearance by the unwarranted way in which they 
      were smuggled into print.  The loss of the dramatic clue made them look 
      entirely personal to the writer, and that which had been only accounted 
      poetic play appeared to be passion in real earnest.  This was what 
      Shakspeare HAD to deny—as proved from what he derived from Sidney—and 
      therefore this was what he did deny, as known and testified to by Benson.
 
 The facts in favour of my rendering of the Southampton Sonnets are these.  In the first instance, Shakspeare was, of all poets, the least 
      autobiographic, the most dramatic.  Next, when he has addressed a number of 
      Personal Sonnets to his friend, he, in allusion to the monotony of his 
      method, says (Sonnet 38) that he cannot be wanting in freshness of matter 
      and novelty of subject whilst the Earl lives to pour into his verse his "own sweet argument."   Then, in the dedication to
      Lucrece, the Poet tells 
      his patron that what he has done and what he has yet to do is the Earl's, 
      for he is a part in all that Shakspeare has devoted to him.  And if 
      Shakspeare was then speaking of the Sonnets as devoted to Southampton, he 
      could not have meant more fugitive Sonnets, or Sonnets in any way devoted 
      to himself, but such as were devoted to Southampton's affairs.  Only in 
      Sonnets written dramatically or vicariously can we possibly find the 
      meeting-place of Sonnet 38 and the words of the dedication.  Starting from 
      this point—Shakspeare's own statement of two facts that blend in one 
      meaning—I proceed to identify the various "arguments" supplied by 
      Southampton, his private courtship and public career, possibly also by 
      Elizabeth Vernon, for Shakspeare to shape into Sonnets, and I find the 
      Sonnets to be full of obvious facts that fit perfectly into my theory, and 
      no other; facts quite as palpable as the identification of Marlowe or the 
      release of Southampton from the Tower in 1603.  By the door opened in 
      Sonnet 38, we can enter the interior of the Sonnets, where alone the 
      imagery on the windows can be traced, and we do literally identify fact 
      after fact of the Southampton series, and prove them from the life of 
      Southampton, who is the man that Sonnet 38 says is to supply his own subject matter and give light to the Poet's invention.  This is not a 
      subjective theory so intangible as not to be grasped; it is based on plain 
      objective facts, with which the Sonnets abound—such facts as 
      Southampton's travels abroad, his quarrels at Court, his courting of 
      Mistress Vernon with "too much familiarity," and his marriage.  In Sonnets 
      123-4-5 the Earl as surely speaks to his wife from the Tower as he is 
      greeted in Sonnet 107 upon his release.  All through the Southampton series 
      my reading is illustrated and enforced in a treble manner, because the 
      personal and impersonal Sonnets deal with the same set of facts, and both 
      are corroborated by the facts of his life and character.
 
 The present demonstration that the "Latter Sonnets" are also dramatic may 
      perhaps be left to speak for itself.  And yet much more might have been 
      said in making out the comparison; for Shakspeare's antithetical 
      treatment involved very cunning ways of working in consequence of the 
      change in Stella after
      Sidney's death.  Here, for instance, is an illustration which should 
      have been emphasized—
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      from what power hast thou this powerfulmight,
 With insufficiency my heart to sway?
 To make me give the lie to my true sight,
 And swear that brightness doth not grace the
 day?
 Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
 That in the very refuse of thy deeds
 There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
 That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
 Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
 The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
 O, though I love what others do abhor,
 With others thou should'st not abhor my state!
 If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
 More worthy I to be beloved of thee.    (Sonnet 
      150)
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      Since so mine eyes are subject to your sight,That in your sight they fixèd have my brain;
 Since so my heart is fillèd with that light,
 That only light doth all my life maintain;
 Since in sweet you all goods so richly reign,
 That where you are, no wishèd good can want;
 Since so your living image lives in me,
 That in my self your self true love doth plant:
 How can you him unworthy then decree,
 In whose chief part your worths implanted
 be?    
      (Arcadia, 102-3)
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      theme is that of "reasons for being loved."  In the one case it is on 
      account of the lover's reflecting or enshrining all her "worths," all her 
      worthiness; in the other the plea is exactly reversed.  Her magic 
      power over the sight is the same in both, but here the effect is produced 
      by the woman's unworthiness!  The last two lines of each set will 
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      thy unworthiness raised love in me, More worthy I to be beloved of Thee!
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      How can you him unworthy then decree,In whose chief part your worths implanted be?
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      The plea in Shakspeare's Sonnet is so unbearably pitiful that one is glad 
      to show its relation to a given subject versus the unworthy Object 
      of supposed personal passion.  Also, with the lady of the Latter 
      Sonnets considered as subject rather than object, we may see how the 
      speaker can confess that he is betrayed by her image into sinning with 
      others, and tell her that in straying elsewhere he does it in pursuit of 
      her.  Subject versus object makes all the difference in 
      reading the Latter Sonnets!  Thus the address to the soul and other 
      themes, like that of lust, come in as "subjects" of  Sonnets.
 When Shakspeare published his poem of Venus and Adonis, 
      he called it the first Heir of his invention.  In Sonnet 38 he shows 
      us what he did not consider to be the Heir of his own invention—
 
        
        
          
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      "How can my Muse want subject to invent,While Thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
 Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
 For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
 O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
 Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
 For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
 When thou thyself dost give Invention light?
 BE THOU the tenth Muse, ten 
      times more in worth
 Than those old Nine which rhymers invocate;
 And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
 Eternal numbers to outlive long date!
 If my slight Muse do please these curious days
 The pain be mine, but thine shall be the 
      praise."
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      In this Sonnet Shakspeare tells us that certain of his Sonnets were 
      suggested by the friend who pours into the Poet's verse his "own sweet 
      argument."  This might also apply to the earliest Sonnets, but with 
      the 38th there is a marked change in the mode of writing.  The Friend 
      has now become the Tenth Muse.  As such he "gives Invention light." 
      He supplies the subject-matter instead of the Poet's own imagination, 
      which had hitherto sufficed.  Southampton is addressed as the 
      inventor and real author of Sonnets now to be written. 
        
        
          
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      "O give thyself the thanks, if aught in meWorthy perusal stand against thy sight;
 For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
 When thou Thyself dost give invention light?"
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      previously argued and evidenced, marks the moment of change from the 
      Personal to the Dramatic Sonnets.
 Not only is there a new departure in Southampton's supplying 
      his own argument for the entertainment of his mistress, Elizabeth Vernon, 
      there is to be a change in the mode of writing down the Sonnets devoted to 
      Southampton's courtship.  Common paper is not good enough for them!  
      The new argument is too secret and precious for "every vulgar paper to 
      rehearse."  The Poet was writing on paper in Sonnet 17, where he 
      speaks of the papers becoming "yellowed with their age."  But now the 
      friend not only supplies his own sweet argument for the Poet to turn into 
      Sonnets, he also furnishes the table-book or album in which they are to be 
      written, where they will stand against his sight, and serve for the 
      delight of the "Private Friends."  Hence the Poet says—
 
        
        
          
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      "If my slight Muse do please these curious days,The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise."
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      study Sonnet 77 we may see how a large number of the Sonnets were written 
      for Southampton. 
        
        
          
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      "Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
 The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
 And of this book this learning mayst thou taste:
 The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,
 Of mouthèd graves will give thee memory;
 Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
 Time's thievish progress to eternity:
 Look, what thy memory cannot contain,
 Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
 Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
 To take a new acquaintance of thy mind:
 These offices, so aft as thou wilt look,
 Shall profit thee, and much enrich thy book."
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      Hitherto the commentators have assumed that Shakspeare's friend had 
      presented him with a Table-book!  But the Sonnet is not composed 
      either on receiving or making a gift; no such motive or stand-point 
      can possibly be found in it.  The subject is the old one of warring 
      against Time, and the writer is at the moment writing in a book from which 
      he draws one of a series of reflections in illustration of his thought.  
      The mirror, he says, will tell the Earl how his "beauties wear"; and the 
      dial will show him Time's stealthy progress to eternity.  "This 
      book" will also teach its lesson.  Its vacant leaves will take 
      the mind's imprint; and he advises his friend to write down his own 
      thoughts in these "waste blanks," that they may be a living memory 
      of the past, one day—just as the mirror is a reflector to-day.  If he 
      will do this, the habit—"these offices"—will profit him mentally, and much 
      enrich his book.
 Evidently this is a book for writing in, and as evidently 
      Shakspeare is then writing in it; also it belongs to the friend 
      addressed.  Moreover, it has "vacant leaves"—"waste blanks"; 
      therefore it has pages that have been filled.  And to the contents of 
      these written pages the Poet alludes—"Of this book this learning 
      may'st thou taste;" that is, the Earl will find in it other illustrations 
      of the writer's present theme, which is youth's transiency and life's 
      fleetness.  This book, then, has been enriched by the Poet's writing; 
      but if Southampton will take the pen in hand, and also write in the book, 
      it will become much richer than it is now.  "This book" shows 
      that it is in Shakspeare's hand, but it does not belong to him.  "Thy 
      book" proves that it is the Earl's.  In this book, I doubt not, many 
      of the Southampton Sonnets were written, just as contributions may be made 
      to an album, and in this particular Sonnet we find the Poet actually 
      writing in it.  Two Sonnets earlier in the same group (p. 155) the 
      Poet speaks of the lines he is then writing—
 
      "Which for memorial still with thee shall stay." He means them 
      to remain with his friend as the "better part" of himself, the "very 
      part was consecrate to thee."  When he is dead and gone they are 
      to represent him spiritually.  Sonnet 77 identifies this Book of the 
      Sonnets then as Southampton's own property.
 Now in Sonnet 122 there is a grievance on account of the 
      speaker's having parted with a book, and here he makes his most 
      complimentary excuse and defence for having done so.
 
        
        
          
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      Thy gift, Thy tables, are within my brain,Full character'd with lasting memory,
 Which shall above that idle rank remain,
 Beyond all date even to eternity:
 Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
 Have faculty by nature to subsist;
 Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
 Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
 That poor Retention could not so much hold,
 Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
 Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
 To trust those tables that receive thee more:
 To keep an adjunct to remember thee,
 Were to import forgetfulness in me. (122)
 |      
      Malone, who has been servilely followed by the Echoes, says—That poor 
      retention is the table-book given to him by his friend."  But the 
      book spoken of in Sonnet 77 is not Shakspeare's.  It belongs to the 
      person addressed.  The speaker is writing in it, and he asks the Earl 
      to commit his own thoughts to the waste blanks, the vacant leaves, of this 
      book, which he calls "thy book," just as he says "thy glass," 
      and "thy dial."  So that it is impossible for the Earl's book 
      of Sonnet 77 to be given away by Shakspeare in Sonnet 122.  Here we 
      need the dramatic interpretation.  Here the speaker is the man who 
      has given away the book that belonged to him—the book in which Shakspeare 
      was previously writing the Sonnets for which Southampton had supplied the 
      subject matter of his own sweet argument.  According to the present 
      reading, the Earl of Southampton addresses his lady, Elizabeth Vernon, in 
      Sonnet 122; he is the culprit who has given away the book, and he now 
      replies to an expostulation on the subject.  In the first place, the 
      book was given to him by his mistress—"Thy Gift"; and in the second place, 
      it has been used as a record of her, for the purpose of scoring and 
      keeping count as it were of his love for her, hence the comparison with 
      the "tallies" which were used for scoring accounts.
 This book, the lady's gift, her tablets, given to the speaker 
      by the person addressed, and used as the record of his love, the retainer 
      of
      her image, has been parted with, and perhaps the lady thought this had 
      been done foolishly.  Anyway it is one of the grievances acknowledged 
      by the erring but penitent lover, who defends himself as best he can with 
      the aid of Shakspeare's pen.  He confesses that he has given away her 
      book of the Sonnets, but insists that her true Tables are in his brain!  
      Her real and permanent record remains there eternally, a writing never to 
      be effaced, a gift that cannot be parted from.  Ah, no!  The 
      gift of gifts was herself, not her gift-book, and the true tables are not 
      that dead letter of his love, but his living brain.  That "poor 
      retention" could not hold his love for her, nor does he need "tallies," 
      her "dear love to score," therefore he made bold to give away the book, 
      the tallies which contained his love-reckonings, the memorandum-book which 
      retained her, as is cunningly suggested, on purpose to trust his memory 
      and mental record all the more.  If he had kept such a thing to 
      remind him of her, it would have been a kind of reproach to himself, as it 
      would charge him with being forgetful, so he has just dispensed with this 
      artificial memory, and henceforth will depend on his natural one alone!  
      Besides, it was utterly incapable of holding his large love for her!
 
 This book must have been something very special for a Sonnet 
      to be written on the subject of its having been given away.  The 
      purpose to which it had been devoted was likewise as choice and 
      particular.  Shakspeare was not in the least likely to fill a book 
      with Sonnets about the Earl and then give it away, when they had 
      been written for the Earl, nor did he keep "tallies" to score the 
      Earl's dear love on his own account.  Southampton had the book in his 
      keeping, for what the Poet wrote in it, says Sonnet 38, was to stand in 
      the sight of his friend, and remain with him.  Thus in Sonnet 38 
      we see that Shakspeare is beginning to write in the book, which in Sonnet 
      77 he is positively writing in; and that in Sonnet 122 this same book has 
      been given away by the Earl of Southampton.  In Sonnet 38 it was to 
      be devoted to the Earl's love, and in Sonnet 122 it has been devoted to 
      the celebration of his love for Elizabeth Vernon.
 
 This book, then, in which Shakspeare wrote Sonnet 77, and 
      which has been given away by the Earl in Sonnet 122, must, Southampton 
      being the speaker, have been the record of his love written, the tally 
      that was kept by Shakspeare, the "poor retention" of Elizabeth Vernon's 
      beauty and goodness and truth in love which the Poet had held up so 
      steadily in view of his friend, by means of the dramatic Sonnets written 
      in it!  The lady had felt exceedingly annoyed that he should have 
      held her gift and its contents so lightly, and this Sonnet was written to 
      soothe her all it could.
 
 It may have been a table-book, such as were then in use, 
      elegantly bound for a dainty hand.  Aubrey, speaking of Sir Philip 
      Sidney, says, "My great uncle, Mr. T. Browne, remembered him; and said 
      that he was wont to take his tablebook out of his pocket and write down 
      his notions as they came into his head, when he was writing his Arcadia, 
      as he was hunting on our pleasant plains." [90]   
      "Thy gift—thy tables," however, does not necessarily mean thy table-book, 
      and it also implies more than that.  What the gift was has to be 
      inferred from its use and by comparison.  "Thy Tables" signifies the 
      most sensitive receiver of her true impression.  Shakspeare is 
      writing in his inclusive and, we may add, infusive way; he speaks 
      of two things, and the larger contains the lesser; he means the gift-book 
      which contained the lady's tables.  Table being the ancient term for 
      a picture, Shakspeare uses it in the pictorial, rather than in the 
      notebook sense.  This book, which was the lady's gift, contained 
      pictures of her, charactered by the Pen.  The Earl has parted with 
      the book, but he says her tables, not her book, are within 
      his brain, her truest picture-place, not to be parted with and never to be 
      effaced.
 
 Still, there was a book in which the dramatic Sonnets were to 
      be written (Sonnet 38).  Shakspeare is writing in it, and invites the 
      Earl likewise to write in it (Sonnet 77); it was presented by his mistress 
      to the Earl, who has parted with it, and got into trouble over the 
      transaction (Sonnet 132).
 
 Now, the first cause why Shakspeare's Sonnets came into the 
      world in so mysterious a manner may be legitimately assumed to have 
      originated in this fact, that the Earl had given them away, as shown by 
      the complaint denoted and the excuses made in Sonnet 122.  I have 
      further to suggest that the likeliest person to "obtain" the Southampton 
      Sonnets was William Herbert, whom we know to have been a personal friend 
      of the Earl's soon after he came to London in 1598, and that this was one 
      cause why the whole collection was dedicated to him by Thorpe as the "onlie 
      Begetter."
 
 It is no longer possible to stand outside the Sonnets and 
      discuss the inscription by Thorpe on the condition that the Sonnets 
      themselves are never to be understood.  No making out of the "Mr. W. 
      H." could be satisfactory which left all the rest of the difficulties in 
      outer darkness.  My reading of the Sonnets and interpretation of the 
      dedication go together.  They throw light on each Other; and this we 
      have a right to demand from any grapple with the subject.  
      There is no warrant whatever in the nature of the whole case—other than 
      the initials of his name—for introducing "William Hathaway" either as 
      "getter" or "begetter."  Shakspeare could not have delegated to him 
      the dedication of his own warm love for Southampton and the fulfilment of 
      his promise made in 1594.  And how should Southampton give up his 
      secret-telling sybilline leaves to such a double nobody as William 
      Hathaway?  William Herbert was a somebody; the only man of 
      sufficient importance to take Shakspeare's place.  And there is proof 
      extant that Thorpe had dedicatory dealings with Herbert in the fact that 
      the folio translation of Augustine's De Civitatis Dei, published in 
      1610, is inscribed to the "Honourable Patron of Muses and Good Minds, Lord 
      William, Earl of Pembroke."  Here, as with the Sonnets, it is another 
      man's work that Thorpe inscribes to the Earl, and in doing so uses the 
      cipher "Th. Th." instead of his full name.
 
 Herbert was a friend of the Poet's, who felt and had 
      sufficient interest to collect the Sonnets; sufficient motive to have his 
      title concealed in the inscription; sufficient power to protect Thorpe in 
      carrying out publicly the plan that he was privy to.  Thorpe would 
      not have dared to print another man's work without some warrant.  So 
      early as 1592 Shakspeare was of sufficient account to make Chettle 
      apologize very courteously for words that had been uttered by another man 
      for whom he had published a posthumous tract.  Also we learn from 
      Heywood that Shakspeare was much offended with Jaggard, who in 1599 
      pirated some pieces, including two of these Sonnets, and took liberties 
      with the Poet's name—in fact, made it look as though the Poet had violated 
      the secrecy of his private friends, and given the two Sonnets to the 
      press.  Shakspeare's annoyance was so marked and manifested so 
      strongly on that occasion that Jaggard took care to cancel his original 
      title-page in a subsequent edition.
 
 If I had gone no deeper than the inscription, the merest 
      surface of this subject, I might have suggested as "getter" of the Sonnets 
      for Thorpe a more likely candidate for the ownership of the "W. H." than 
      "William Hathaway," viz. Sir "William Hervey," third husband of 
      Southampton's mother.  But the problem was not to be solved so.  
      That Thorpe had no warrant from Shakspeare through Hathaway or any other 
      way, is certain, or he would have said so.  It was Herbert who 
      warranted Thorpe, and this Thorpe lets us know, and so we hear no word of 
      the Poet's anger with the publisher this time.
 
 We are able to deal with the inscription written by Thomas 
      Thorpe, and bring it within the domain of positive facts, instead of 
      leaving its meaning to remain any longer a matter of opinion.  It is 
      not without a touch of satisfaction that I place Thorpe after the 
      Sonnets for the first time!  Whilst standing full in front of 
      them, darkening the doorway, and almost shutting Shakspeare out of sight, 
      he has given me a great deal of trouble.  So completely has this 
      inscription on the outside been interposed betwixt us and the Poet's own 
      writing, that the only aim of the efforts hitherto made to decipher the 
      secret history of the Sonnets does but amount to an attempt at discovering 
      a man who should be young in years, handsome in person, loose in 
      character; the initials of whose name must be "W. H."  The 
      discoverers being quite ignorant at the outset of their enterprise as to 
      what Thorpe himself knew of the Sonnets, what he really meant by his "onlie 
      begetter," and liable, after all, to be met with the fatal fact that 
      he used the word "begetter" in its more remote, its original sense, and 
      thus inscribed the Sonnet's, with his best wishes, to the person who might 
      be legitimately called the "only obtainer" of them for him to 
      print.
 
 Thus the misinterpreters of Thorpe's Inscription have got 
      into a similar predicament, and been the victims of a like delusion to 
      that of Matilda in Spenser's Faery Queen (B. VI, c. iv. 32).  
      There was a prophecy that a son should be gotten to her lord.  The 
      lady naturally thought the oracle meant she should bear a child, whereas 
      it was only intended to signify that she was to obtain one and 
      adopt it as her own.  It said, there should to him a son be gotten, 
      not BEGOTTEN, precisely as the Sonnets were got 
      for Thorpe by Mr. W. IL, not begotten by him as "Sole Inspirer" of 
      Shakspeare; but she mistook the sense of the word gotten, and was 
      greatly disappointed.
 
 If Shakspeare had inscribed the Sonnets to their Only 
      Begetter the word could have had but one meaning, viz. the only Inspirer.  
      But they are dedicated to Thorpe's only Begetter, not Shakspeare's, the 
      one man who had the power to get or obtain them for the publisher.
 
 Some of the earlier commentators, as Chalmers and Boswell, 
      suggested that by his "only begetter," Thorpe might have meant the
      "only obtainer," the only person who, so far as Thorpe was 
      concerned, had power to procure the Sonnets for him to publish.  And 
      this is the original signification of the word.  "Beget" is derived 
      by Skinner from the Anglo-Saxon begettan or begyten—"obtinere."  The 
      Glossary to Thorpe's Analecta Anglo-Saxonica renders "begytan" to 
      beget—obtain.  Johnson derives "beget" from the Anglo-Saxon "begettan," 
      to obtain.  An Anglo-Saxon Glossary of Latin words, apparently of the 
      ninth century, [91] renders "Adquiri," beon be-gyten.  
      In the Proverbs of King Alfred, we find the word "beget" used for obtain.  
      "Thus quoth Alfred: If thou a friend bi-gete," i.e. if you be-get 
      or get a friend.  In Chaucer we have "getten" for obtained with the 
      "y" as prefix, "y-getten."  Thus the original sense of the word 
      beget was possessive, not creative!  It is so used by Dekkar in 
      his Satiromastix, which was printed seven years before the Sonnets. 
      He writes—"I have some cousin-germans at court shall beget you 
      (that is, obtain for you) the reversion of the Master of the King's 
      Revels."
 
 And now it becomes apparent that this was the sense in which 
      Thorpe inscribed the Sonnets to his "Onlie Begetter."  Still, in 
      whichever sense we take the words "Only Begetter," the Sonnets were 
      falsely inscribed.  If we read the "Only Inspirer," the dedication is 
      false on the face of it.  If we read the "Only Obtainer" of the 
      Sonnets for printing, then the suggestion that W. H. was the one 
      man whom the Poet meant to make immortal is false on the back of it.  
      There is no promise of immortality nor syllable of love for any male 
      friend in the Latter or Herbert Series of the Sonnets.  And I am 
      forced to conclude that the Southampton Sonnets were not come by honestly 
      for publication, but that they were sneaked into print by "Mr. W. 
      H." along with his own series; that they were virtually filched from their 
      privacy; and in being printed with an inscription which gave a seeming 
      unity and oneness to both series, the Sonnets of Shakspeare were made to 
      look like the Sonnets of Master Will Herbert, who had then become Earl of 
      Pembroke.  Shakspeare has not personally authorized the printing of 
      his Sonnets, therefore we may conclude that he did not do so, else he 
      would have said so; or Thorpe would have spoken for him.  It is 
      certain that the author did not superintend the printing; and again, the 
      absence of Shakspeare as corrector of the press implies the absence of his 
      sanction to the publication; he who had been so careful in correcting his 
      two poems.  Yet Thorpe would not have dared to print the Sonnets 
      belonging to Shakspeare's "Private Friends" without some safe warrant for 
      himself as "Adventurer."
 
 It was somebody's concern that the Sonnets should not 
      be dedicated in full to the Earl of Pembroke.  That was not Thorpe's.  
      His interest lay in having them so dedicated, if it had not been 
      prohibited, because that would have promoted the sale.  The 
      dedication saddles the responsibility on the right person.  It was 
      Mr. W. H. who had power to obtain the Sonnets, and who was the only 
      obtainer.  He was the only person who had need of the cipher, or who 
      had anything to conceal; the only person who could warrant or safeguard 
      Thorpe in an underhand mode of publication.  They were published 
      surreptitiously without the author's sanction or approval, because Herbert 
      was only the "Obtainer" for Thorpe.  And we now see that all the 
      mystery of the enigma depends upon Herbert's not being the Only 
      Inspirer of the Sonnets.
 
 Thus Thorpe inscribed them to "Mr. W. H." as the only 
      getter, or, as he chose affectedly to say, "only be-getter" of 
      them for publishing purposes.  In doing this he tries to add 
      something complimentary, and likes to show that he has read the Sonnets, 
      so he wishes "Mr. W. H." all happiness and eternal life, connecting the 
      latter idea with Shakspeare's promises of immortality, which has made the 
      dedication look as if it meant that W. H. was the sole inspirer of 
      Shakspeare's Sonnets, and is consequently read in that sense by the Herbertists.  I have suggested that there may be an allusion in the
      Merry Wives of Windsor to the surreptitious printing of the two 
      Sonnets in the Passionate Pilgrim (1599), and I think the writer 
      uttered a true prophecy regarding Herbert when he said—"He will print 
      them out of doubt, for he cares not what he puts in the press;" and 
      this unconscious prophecy I take to have been consciously fulfilled by 
      Herbert when he put the Sonnets into print in 1609.
 
 Doubtless he was ambitious for these poetic exercises of 
      Shakspeare to be looked upon as the "Earl of Pembroke's Sonnets," just as 
      Sidney's work was known by name as "The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia."  
      The Latter Sonnets had been written for him at his own request, and upon 
      subjects suggested by himself.  Whether his passion for the Dark Lady 
      be looked upon as real or pretended, whether for Lady Rich or Mary Fytton, 
      we have  found a motive and a literary initiative in Sidney's own 
      treatment of Stella.  We have seen the Latter Sonnets continuing on 
      the earlier track with Shakspeare following Sidney in both series.  
      In giving the whole of them the look of unity the parallel would be 
      perfected, and with an "Only Begetter" who was "Mr. W. H." they would 
      become the Sonnets of William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke, for all who might 
      identify the initials, but could not penetrate below the surface or read 
      the riddle of Thorpe's Inscription.  It must be clear to everyone 
      that Ben Jonson, for example, did identify the Earl of Pembroke as the 
      "Mr. W. H." to whom the book of Sonnets was inscribed!  And Herbert 
      must have known that it would mislead; therefore in permitting it to 
      appear he intended it to mislead, or took no precaution and made no 
      protest against its misleading.  If it caused the reader to conclude 
      that Master William Herbert was the Only Inspirer of the Sonnets, the one 
      dear and only friend of the Poet from first to last, which has ensued, and 
      inevitably so, that was the falsification of facts intended or allowed, 
      and for that Master W. H. must be held responsible unless he did not see 
      the Inscription before the Sonnets were printed, which is more than 
      doubtful.  Shakspeare's already famous Sonnets could not have 
      appeared in print, unauthorized by himself, with so enigmatical an 
      Inscription by Thorpe, without attracting particular attention from the 
      literary men of the time.  They were probably in the mind's eye of 
      Drayton when he wrote these lines—
 
        
        
          
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      "For such whose poems be they ne'er so rare,In private chambers that encloistered are,
 And by transcription daintily must go
 As though the world unworthy were to know,
 Their rich composeres, let those men who keep
 These wondrous relics in their judgement deep,
 And cry them up so, let such pieces be
 Spoke of by those that shall come after me."
 |  Therefore we 
      may look for some allusions to be made when they came into the world, and 
      were publicly named as Shakspeare's, with only Thorpe to stand sponsor, 
      and Master W. H, standing by in the concealing shade.  The 
      transaction must have been considerably talked about; and if my account of 
      the way in which the Sonnets were given to the press be correct, there 
      ought surely to be some sort of contemporary evidence in corroboration of 
      the fact.  Easy-going as Shakspeare may have appeared, he could 
      hardly help being annoyed, I think, at the liberties taken with his poetry 
      and his name, even though this were done or permitted by an Earl who 
      "prosecuted" him with so much favour.  It must have happened that he 
      spoke out on the subject pretty freely to some poet-friend or other.  
      Ben Jonson, one may infer, would hear something of it.  To be sure, 
      Shakspeare in 1609 was living at Stratford, almost withdrawn from the old 
      London haunts, thus leaving the way clear for Herbert and Thorpe.
 Now, about that time, or a little earlier, George Wither had 
      come to London to try and push his fortunes at Court.  Not succeeding 
      in a hurry, he resolved to turn satirist.  He was very young, and 
      just in his eager first love of literature, with ears hungry for any 
      poetic gossip going, and may have got at the facts as nearly as an 
      outsider could; especially as he printed two dedicatory sonnets, one to 
      the Earl of Southampton, the other to the Earl of Pembroke.  Anyway, 
      his volume of satirical poems is satirically inscribed to himself thus: "G. 
      W. wisheth himself all happiness;" which is obviously a parody of 
      Thorpe's fantastic inscription.  But is there no more intended than a 
      parody of form?  Does not the satire lurk in the "wisheth himself 
      all happiness"?  Thorpe did not wish himself all happiness, but "Mr. 
      W. H."  May not Wither have had an inkling that the Sonnets were 
      given to the world by Herbert, who in accepting Thorpe's dedication was as 
      good as wishing himself all happiness and that "eternity promised by our 
      everliving Poet," though not promised to him?  Herbert knew that he 
      was not the man to whom Shakspeare had promised immortality, but he coyly 
      permitted Thorpe's soft impeachment.  The imitation by Wither is 
      obvious; and nothing could have been more to the point if he had known the 
      exact state of the case as now presented by me.  In procuring the 
      Sonnets for Thorpe, and permitting or accepting the dedication to himself, 
      Herbert was to all intent and purpose "wishing himself all happiness," 
      and "that eternity promised by our everliving Poet" to the Earl of 
      Southampton.  There would be the satire of it, and there the 
      satirist's arrow sticks right in the centre!  Ben Jonson likewise 
      ostensibly alludes to Thorpe's inscription, and at the same time points 
      out William Herbert as the object of it.  He dedicates his 
      Epigrams to the Earl of Pembroke, and says—"While you cannot change your 
      merit, I dare not change your title:—under which name I here offer 
      to your lordship the ripest of my studies, my Epigrams; which, though they 
      carry danger in the sound, do not therefore SEEK YOUR 
      SHELTER; for when I made them I had nothing in my conscience, to 
      expressing of which I DID NEED A CIPHER."
 
 This tells us plainly enough that the Earl's title had been 
      changed in some previous dedication in which a writer had taken the 
      disguise of using a cipher instead of his full name.  He says—"I dare 
      not change your title,"—as had been done in 1609, and in no other instance 
      known!  He does not seek the Earl's shelter because he has anything 
      on his conscience that needs the covert of a cipher, as he assumes Thorpe 
      to have had when he changed the Earl's title and dedicated under cover of 
      "Mr. W. H."  Here is an answer once for all to those who have urged 
      against my reading, that the "Mr. W. H." could not be William Herbert, 
      because he was the Earl of Pembroke, and because it was not the custom of 
      the time to address Earls as "Masters!"  Well, then, if my 
      interpretation of Wither's dedication to himself be right, this of Ben 
      Jonson's looks like a reply to it, as though it were an endeavour to 
      saddle Thorpe with the responsibility of publishing Shakspeare's Sonnets 
      and dedicating them to the Earl.  Shakspeare was dead and out of the 
      question here.  It was Thorpe who had changed the Earl's title, and 
      used a cipher both for his own name and Pembroke's.  And it is 
      implied that this was done because he had something on his conscience: all 
      was not straightforward in the affair, and so he sought the Earl's shelter 
      under a cipher covertly.  But I do not believe Jonson to be so 
      innocent or ignorant as he looks.  I hold him to be using "gag," as 
      actors term it.  I am afraid he knew better—even in the act of 
      dealing Thorpe this backhander on the mouth—knew he was offering up a 
      scapegoat, in his dedication to the man who was really and solely 
      responsible for putting the Sonnets into print in a bastardly sort of way.
 
 So far as I have had any communion with the spirit of 
      Shakspeare, I feel that his annoyance at this surreptitious publication of 
      the Sonnets must have been intense.  He never meant those Sonnets in 
      which Sidney's were imitated, replied to or travestied, to be damned to 
      immortality along with all the darlings of his love that were sacred to 
      Southampton (Sonnet 74).  He must have been nobly angered.  Did 
      he give "Mr. W. H." no reminder that the transaction was not fair and 
      above-board—that the Sonnets were published—
 
        
        
          
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      "Not honestly, my lord, but so covertlyThat no dishonesty shall appear in you"?
 |  I think he did.
 His way of reply in such a case would be to put it into his 
      next play. In all probability Anthony and Cleopatra was composed 
      about the time the Sonnets were printed. The play was not published, so 
      far as we know, previous to its appearance in the folio of 1623, but a 
      play with this title was entered at Stationers' Hall, May 20, 1608, in all 
      likelihood the same. Of course the date of entry is no criterion as to the 
      time when the play was finished. Enough if the writer was working upon it 
      at the time the Sonnets were printed.
 
 Now, it has been suggested, I think by Mr. Cartwright, that 
      the characters of Enobarbus and Menas stand for Southampton and Thorpe.  
      But for the nonce, or the nonsense, let them stand for Herbert and Thorpe 
      while we read the following scene—
 Eno. 
      You have done well by water.Men. And you by land.
 Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me; though it cannot be 
      denied what I have done by land.
 Men. Nor what I have done by water.
 Eno. Yes, something you can deny for your own, safety: you have 
      been a great thief by sea.
 Men. And you by land.
 Eno. There I deny my land-service.  But give me your hand, 
      Menas; if our eyes had authority here, they might take two thieves 
      kissing.
     
      As sense we shall make but little of that!  Nor will Plutarch help us 
      to unriddle the nonsense of it.  But it is so like the smiling way 
      our Poet has of covertly alluding to real facts drawn from the life.  
      It looks exactly as though Shakspeare held Herbert and Thorpe to be 
      thieves both; Herbert by land in pirating, and Thorpe by sea in publishing 
      the Sonnets.  That "something you can deny for your own safety," 
      sounds like a hit at Thorpe's dedication, and his wriggling politeness in 
      trying to cast the responsibility on "W. H." and whatsoever "land-service" 
      Herbert might deny, according to Shakspeare, the meeting-point was two 
      thieves kissing.  A Judas-like reminder that he had been betrayed by 
      both!  As I have no doubt he was.  In this case we have the 
      humorous aspect only.  In Cymbeline we probably have a 
      reflection of the madder mood that he got into when he first heard what 
      the two thieves had done.
 In this play we meet with a British lord "who," as the author 
      might say, "shall be nameless."  This nameless lord is only 
      introduced in one scene, and then solely for the sake of a cuffing that he 
      gets from Posthumus.  When the two first meet, the Lord, who has run 
      away from the thick of the battle, is greeted with "No blame be to you, 
      Sir; for all was lost, but that the heavens fought."  But later 
      on in the scene Posthumus turns on his Lordship and assails him in rhymes—
 
        
        
          
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          "Post.  Nay, do not wonder 
      at it: You are madeRather to wonder at the things you hear,
 Than to work any.   Will you rhyme upon't,
 And vent it for a mockery?    Here is one:
 'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,
 Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'
 Lord. Nay; be not angry, Sir.
 Post. 'Lack, to what end?
 Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend:
 For if he'll do, as he is made to do,
 I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too.
 You have put me into rhyme.
 Lord. Farewell; you're angry."
 |      Now, as 
      Posthumus had already frankly justified the Lord's retreat, there was no 
      cause for this outburst of anger afterwards.  And why should he ask— 
        
        
          
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      "Will you rhyme upon 't,And vent it for a mockery?"
 |  The Lord was 
      not going to do, nor does he do, anything of the kind.  This he does 
      himself, and then charges the Lord with having put HIM 
      into rhyme.
 There is by-play in earnest here.  The Lord out of the 
      Play had not only put the Poet into rhyme for his pleasure and amusement, 
      but he had put him into print and vented or vended it for a mockery.  
      In doing this without Shakspeare's permission, and without giving him a 
      chance of supervising the Sonnets, he had played false to their 
      friendship, and Shakspeare was very wroth.  But, alack! to what end 
      after the thing was done?  And by a Lord! "This is a Lord. O noble 
      misery!"
 
 I cannot dissociate the printing of the Sonnets from the 
      publication of Troilus and Cressida, which appeared in the same 
      year (1609), by permission of certain grand possessors or owners of 
      it, "by the grand possessors' wills."  These are obviously not 
      Shakspeare and his fellow-actors, but some of the "Private Friends," such 
      as Southampton and Herbert, or still likelier at the time, Herbert and his 
      brother Philip, who prosecuted the Poet with so much favour.  The 
      "grand possessors" are private patrons treated in opposition to the 
      players and their public in an address to the "Eternal reader" versus 
      the temporary spectator. [92]
 
 The escape that the Play had was not an escape from some 
      powerful possessors, as Charles Knight misread the meaning, but an escape 
      from "being sullied by the smoky breath of the multitude" through its 
      not being played.  The address points to the play having been 
      bespoken for a private purpose, and to its remaining the property of 
      Shakspeare's patrons who had paid for it.  And this working to order 
      may account for the Poet's heart being the least in it of all his dramas!
 
 My thesis that Shakspeare's Sonnets are partly personal and 
      partly dramatic is now presented in an amended form, and enforced by 
      further evidence in its favour.  This is the second attempt I have 
      made to climb and conquer, not a very lofty, but an outlying peak of 
      literature.  Some persons may be inclined to blame me for making such 
      a piece of work about a subject so remote from ordinary interests.   
      But
 
        
        
          
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      The subject chose me, and I could not restUntil the book was written at my best.
 |     A 
      few readers will be sure to take an interest in my prolonged effort—that 
      of a sleuth-hound on the track of truth—if only for the labour devoted to 
      attain the end.  Some few will follow me for Shakspeare's sake.  
      I also claim for my Theory that it is proved by the utmost evidence the 
      nature of the case admits; that the probabilities alone are such as to 
      inspire a feeling of confidence—that these clothe themselves in a mail of 
      poetic proof, a panoply of circumstantial evidence and confirmatory facts.  
      Attempting so much, it must be very assailable if wrong, only those who 
      think me wrong must be able to set me right.  Mere professions of 
      unbelief or non belief will be valueless; their expression idle.  My 
      facts must be satisfactorily refuted, my Theory disproved simply and 
      entirely, or, in the end, both will be established.  It is no 
      argument for opponents to tell me they do not see what I see.  That 
      may depend somewhat on the vision!  Probably those who come to the 
      present work with the pre-conceived hypothesis to support, the personal 
      "Axe to grind," never will see as I do.  Only those who are free to 
      stand face to face and level-footed with the facts ever will see—the rest 
      can only grope on blindly with their make-believe.  The truth must be 
      determined by the whole of the data when rightly interpreted.
 I am prepared to hear from the younger generation of 
      reviewers that what is true in my work is not altogether new, having been 
      amused at times to find how much has been adopted from my previous version 
      and passed on silently by others as if original.  Those who have been 
      the most indebted to my work have been the loudest in repudiating my 
      dramatic interpretation.  A well-known trick in disguising the trail 
      and of denying indebtedness.  Personally I do not mind.  Truth 
      may think herself fortunate to be considered worth the stealing!  But 
      I may just mention that the first cast of the present work was made in the 
      year 1866, the germ of it having previously appeared in the
      Quarterly Review for April, 
      1864.  A book that is all explanation ought not to need a 
      preface, and this book has none; but I may also add Lore, that unless some 
      fully-qualified and duly-equipped opponent,—not one who is armed with a 
      bow-and-arrow,—having something new and destructively-effective to say, 
      should be drawn or driven to reply at length and adequately to my evidence 
      and arguments, the present work will in all likelihood contain my last 
      word on Shakspeare's Sonnets.
 
 I cannot expect the result of my many years' labour to be 
      mastered at once, for I myself best appreciate all the intricacies of the 
      process, and the many surprises of the discovery. Some readers will find 
      it hard to believe that a thing like this has been left for me to 
      accomplish. Nevertheless, this thing is done; and I can trust a certain 
      spirit in the Sonnets, that will go on pleading when my words cease; and, 
      as Shakspeare has written, the "silence of pure Innocence persuades when 
      speaking fails." Even so will his own innocence prevail, and with a 
      perfect trust in the soundness of my conclusions, I shall leave the matter 
      for the judgment of that great soul of the would which is ultimately just.
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       -XXV-
 
 BIOGRAPHIA LITERARIA.
 
 SHAKSPEARE'S SOUTHAMPTON.
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      THE name of Southampton was once well known on a 
      past page of our rough island story; his swaling plume was looked to in 
      the battle's front, and recognized as worn by a natural leader of fighting 
      men.  He was of the flower of England's chivalry, and a close 
      follower of Sir Philip Sidney in heading the onset and breaking hardily on 
      the enemy with a noble few, without pausing to count numbers or weigh 
      odds.
 With a natural aptitude for war, he never had sufficient 
      scope: one of the jewels of Elizabeth's realm did not meet with a fit 
      setting at her hand; a bright particular star of her constellation was 
      dimmed and diminished through a baleful conjunction.  But he has a 
      rich reprisal in being the friend of Shakspeare, beloved by him in life, 
      embalmed by him in memory; once a sharer in his own personal affection, 
      and for ever the partaker of his immortality on earth.
 
 Henry Wriothesley was the second of the two sons of Henry, 
      the second earl of the name.   His mother was the daughter of 
      Anthony Brown, first Viscount Montague.  The founder of the family 
      was Thomas Wriothesley, our earl's grandfather, a favourite servant of 
      Henry VIII., who granted to him the Promonstratensian Abbey of Tichfield, 
      Hants, endowed with about £280 per year in 1538, creating him Baron 
      Tichfield about the same time, and Earl of Southampton in 1546.  He 
      died July 30, 1550.  A rare work entitled Honour in his Perfection, 
      [93] by G. M., 4to, 1624, contains the following notice 
      of our Southampton's ancestors—
     
      "Next (O Britain!) read unto thy softer nobility the story of the noble 
      house of Southampton; that shall bring new fire to their bloods, and make 
      of the little sparks of honour great flames of excellency.  Show them 
      the life of Thomas Wriothesley, Earl of Southampton, who was both an 
      excellent soldier and an admirable scholar; who not only served the great 
      king, his master, Henry VIII., in his wars, but in his council chamber; [94] 
      not only in the field but on the bench, within his courts of civil 
      justice.  This man, for his excellent parts, was made Lord Chancellor 
      of England, where he governed with that integrity of heart, and true 
      mixture of conscience and justice, that he won the hearts of both king and 
      people.
 "After this noble prince succeeded his son, Henry, Earl of 
      Southampton, a man of no less virtue, prowess, and wisdom, ever beloved 
      and favoured of his prince, highly reverenced and favoured of all that 
      were in his own rank, and bravely attended and served by the best 
      gentlemen of those countries wherein he lived.  His muster-roll never 
      consisted of four lacqueys and a coachman, but of a whole troop of at 
      least a hundred well-mounted gentlemen and yeomen.  He was not known 
      in the streets by guarded liveries but by gold chains; not by painted 
      butterflies, ever running as if some monster pursued them, but by tall 
      goodly fellows that kept a constant pace both to guard his person and to 
      admit any man to their lord which had serious business.  This prince 
      could not steal or drop into an ignoble place, neither might he do 
      anything unworthy of his great calling; for he ever had a world of 
      testimonies about him."
     
      This Earl was attached to Popery, and a zealous adherent to the cause of 
      Mary, Queen of Scots; which led to his imprisonment in the Tower in 1572.  
      He died October 4, 1581, at the early age of thirty-five, bequeathing his 
      body to be buried in the chapel of Tichfield Church, where his mother had 
      been interred, his father having been buried in the choir of St. Andrew's 
      Church, Holborn; and appointing that £200 should be distributed amongst 
      the poor within his several lordships, to pray for his soul and the souls 
      of his ancestors.     
      "When it pleased the Divine goodness to take to his mercy this great Earl, 
      he left behind to succeed him Henry, Earl of Southampton, his son (now 
      living), being then a child.  But here methinks, Cinthius aurem 
      vellet, something pulls me by the elbow and bids me forbear, for 
      flattery is a deadly sin, and will damn reputation.  But, shall I 
      that ever loved and admired this Earl, that lived many years where I daily 
      saw this Earl, that knew him before the wars, in the wars, and since the 
      wars—shall I that have seen him endure the worst malice or vengeance that 
      sea, tempests, or thunder could utter, that have seen him undergo all the 
      extremities of war; that have seen him serve in person on the enemy—shall 
      I that have seen him receive the reward of a soldier (before the face of 
      an enemy) for the best act of a soldier (done upon the enemy)—shall I be 
      scared with shadows?  No; truth is my mistress, and though I can 
      write nothing which can equal the least spark of fire within him, yet for 
      her sake will I speak something which may inflame those that are heavy and 
      dull, and of mine own temper.  This Earl (as I said before) came to 
      his father's dignity in childhood, spending that and his other younger 
      times in the study of good letters (to which the University of Cambridge 
      is a witness), and after confirmed that study with travel and foreign 
      observation."      
      He was born October 6, 1573. His father and elder brother both died before 
      he had reached the age of twelve years.  On December 11, 1585, he was 
      admitted of St. John's College, Cambridge, with the denomination of Henry, 
      Earl of Southampton, as appears by the books of that house; on June 6, 
      1589, he took his degree of Master of Arts, and after a residence of 
      nearly five years, he finally left the University for London.  He is 
      said to have won the high eulogies of his contemporaries for his uncommon 
      proficiency, and to have been admitted about three years later to the same 
      degree, by incorporation, at Oxford.
 The Inns of Court, according to Aulicus Coquinariæ, were 
      always the place of esteem with the Queen, who considered that they fitted 
      youth for the future, and were the best antechambers to her Court.  A 
      character in Ben Jonson's Poetaster also says, "He that will now 
      hit the mark must shoot through the law; we have no other planet reigns." 
      And it was customary for the nobility, as well as the most considerable 
      gentry of England, to spend some time in one of the Inns of Court, on 
      purpose to complete their course of studies.  Soon after leaving the 
      University, the young Earl entered himself a member of Gray's Inn, and on 
      the authority of a roll preserved in the library of Lord Hardwick, he is 
      said to have been a member so late as the year 1611.  Malone was 
      inclined to believe that he was admitted a member of Lincoln's Inn, to the 
      chapel of which society the Earl gave one of the admirably painted 
      windows, in which his arms may be yet seen.
 
 One of the earliest notices of the Earl in the calendar of 
      State Papers, [95] gives us the note of preparation for 
      the memorable year of the "Armada," in which the encroaching tide of 
      Spanish power was dashed back broken, from the wooden walls of England.  
      "June 14th," we read, "the Earl of Southampton's armour is to be scoured 
      and dressed up by his executors!"  In consequence of his father's 
      death, the young Earl became the ward of Lord Burghley.  He was, as 
      he said on his trial, brought up under the Queen.  Sir Thomas Heneage, 
      his stepfather, had been a favourite servant of the Queen from his youth; 
      made by her Treasurer of her Chamber, and then Vice-Chamberlain; appointed 
      in 1588 to be Treasurer at War of the armies to be levied to withstand any 
      foreign invasion of the realm of England; and successor to Walsingham in 
      the office of the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster, in 1590.
 
 October 14th, 1590, Mary, Countess of Southampton, writes to 
      Burghley, and thanks him for the long time he had intrusted her son with 
      her.  She now returns the Earl, and hopes that Burghley will so 
      dispose of him, that his exercises be such as may and must grace persons 
      of his quality.  He only is able to work her son's future happiness. 
      [96]
 
 It appears that Burghley had contemplated the marriage of the 
      Earl with his granddaughter, for on the 15th July, 1590, Sir Thomas 
      Stanhope writes to Lord Burghley, and assures him that he had never sought 
      to procure the young Earl of Southampton in marriage for his own daughter, 
      as he knew Burghley intended a marriage between him and the Lady Vere.  
      And on the 19th September, same year, Anthony Viscount Montague writes to 
      Lord Burghley to the effect that he has had a conversation with the Earl 
      of Southampton as to his engagement of marriage with Burghley's 
      granddaughter.  The Countess of Southampton, the Earl's mother, and 
      Montague's daughter, is not aware of any alteration in her son's mind. [97]  
      The son's mind was changed, however; the lady was destined only to play 
      the part of Rosaline until Juliet appeared; the impression in wax was 
      doomed to be melted when once the real fire of love was kindled.
 
 About this time the frankness of the Earl's nature and the 
      ardour of his friendship flashed out in a characteristic act of reckless 
      generosity.  Two of his young friends had got into trouble; the 
      provocation is not known, but they had broken into the house of one Henry 
      Long, at Draycot in Wiltshire, and, in a struggle, Long was killed.  
      These were the two brothers, Sir Charles and Sir Henry Danvers.  They 
      informed the Earl that a life had been unfortunately lost in an affray, 
      and threw themselves under his protection.  He concealed them for 
      some time in his house at Tichfield, and afterwards conveyed them to 
      France, where Sir Charles Danvers became highly distinguished as a soldier 
      under Henry IV.  He returned to England in 1598, having with great 
      difficulty obtained the Queen's pardon, and his personal attachment to the 
      Earl of Southampton caused him to lose his head on Tower Hill, in March, 
      I601.  Sir Henry lived for many years after his brother's death; he 
      was created Baron Danvers by King James I, in the first year of his reign, 
      and by King Charles l., Earl of Derby.
 
 The young Earl of Southampton became so great a favourite at 
      Court, and was noticed so graciously by Her Majesty, as to excite the 
      displeasure and jealousy of' the Earl of Essex and Ewe. [98] 
      As in the case of Sir Charles Blount, Essex appears to have personally 
      resented the favour shown by the Queen to Southampton, and we are told 
      that emulations and differences arose betwixt the two Earls, who were 
      rivals for Her Majesty's affection.  Of this we get a glimpse in the 
      story told by Wotton.  Also the favours, the rivalry, and the 
      consequent personal differences, are implied in the following note of 
      Rowland White's in the Sydney Memoirs, [99] dated Oct. 
      lst, 1595:—"My Lord of Essex kept his bed all yesterday; his Favour 
      continues quam diu se bene gesserit. Yet, my Lord of Southampton is a 
      careful waiter here, and sede vacante, doth receive favours at her 
      Majesty's hands; all this without breach of amity between them"—i.e. 
      the two Earls.
 
 But a new influence was now at work to make the rivals 
      friends.  The Earl of Southampton had met the "faire Mistress 
      Vernon," and fallen deeply in love with her.  This affection for the 
      Earl of Essex's cousin joined the hands of the two Earls in the closest 
      grasp of friendship, only to be relaxed by death.  Love for the 
      cousin was the incentive for Southampton to cast in his lot with the 
      fortunes of Essex, and become the other self of his friend.  There 
      were reasons why there should be no further breach of amity between the 
      two Earls.  Eight days before the date of White's letter just quoted, 
      he had written thus,—"My Lord of Southampton doth with too much 
      familiarity court the fair Mistress Vernon, while his friends, 
      observing the Queen's humours towards my Lord of Essex, do what they can 
      to bring her to favour him, but it is yet in vain." [100] 
      This lady, who afterwards became Countess of Southampton, was a maid of 
      honour, and a beauty of Elizabeth's Court; she was cousin to the Earl of 
      Essex, and daughter of Sir John Vernon of Hodnet, by Elizabeth Devereux, 
      Essex's aunt.  Shakspeare's acquaintance with Lord and Lady 
      Southampton, and consequent knowledge of her family belonging to 
      Shropshire, may have lead him to introduce a Sir John Vernon in The 
      First Part of Henry IV.  Hodnet is thirteen miles from 
      Shrewsbury, and the high road leading to the latter place passes over the 
      plain where the battle was fought in which Falstaff performed his 
      prodigies of valour for "a long hour by Shrewsbury clock."
 
 Rowland White's statement contains matter of great moment to 
      our subject.  The Earl of Southampton's love for Elizabeth Vernon 
      cost him the favour of the Queen.  Her Majesty was not to be wrought 
      on, even through "her humours towards my Lord of Essex," to restore the 
      fallen favourite to his lost place in her regards.  As the breach of 
      amity betwixt the two Earls had closed, that between her Majesty and 
      Southampton continually widened.  She forbade his marriage, and 
      opposed it in a most implacable spirit.  Whatsoever may have been the 
      Queen's motive, she certainly did not forgive, first the falling in love, 
      and next the marriage of the Earl of Southampton with Elizabeth Vernon.
 
 Birch quotes a letter of Antonio Perez, written in Latin, 
      dated May 20th, 1595, which contains a reference to the Earl of Essex and 
      his ill situation at Court, and he suggests that the cause probably arose 
      from the Queen's displeasure at the share taken by Essex in the marriage 
      of his cousin to the Earl of Southampton without her Majesty's permission 
      or knowledge.
 
 But as the marriage did not take place until late in 1598, we 
      must look a little further for the meaning of Mr. Standen's letter to Mr. 
      Bacon, same date, in which he relates what he had learned the night before 
      among the court ladies, to the effect that the Lady Rich, Elizabeth 
      Vernon's cousin, having visited the lady of Sir Robert Cecil at her house, 
      understood that Elizabeth Vernon and her ill good man had waited on 
      Sunday two hours to have spoken with the Queen, but could not.  At 
      last Mistress Vernon sent in word that she desired her Majesty's 
      resolution.  To which the Queen replied that she was sufficiently 
      resolved, but that the next day she would talk with her farther. [101]  
      Whatsoever the precise occurrence may have been, it is doubtless the one 
      referred to by Rowland White.  The Earl had been courting Mistress 
      Vernon too warmly for the cloistral coolness of Elizabeth's Court; this 
      had reached her Majesty's ears.  I surmise that the affair was 
      similar in kind to that of Raleigh and Mrs. Throckmorton two or three 
      years before, and that the Earl and Mistress Vernon were most anxious to 
      get married, as their prototypes had done.  But Elizabeth, either for 
      reasons or motives of her own, "resolved" they should not.  We 
      may consider this to have been one of the various occasions on which 
      Southampton was ordered to absent himself from Court.  We have heard 
      much of the subject from the Sonnets.  Nearly two years later the 
      familiarity became still more apparent, in spite of the Queen's attempt to 
      keep the persecuted pair apart.  The Earl was again ordered to keep 
      away from the Court.  The gossips, who had seen the coming events 
      casting their shadows before, were at length justified.  But I am 
      anticipating.
 
 The exact period of "travel and foreign observation," alluded 
      to by the author of Honour in his Perfection, is unidentifiable, 
      but I conjecture that "leave of absence" and a journey followed the 
      explosion of 1595, when the Earl had been courting the fair Mistress 
      Vernon "with too much familiarity."  Her Majesty's "resolve," 
      expressed in reply to the message of Elizabeth Vernon, is sufficiently 
      ominous, although not put into words for us.
 
 It has been stated that the Earl was with Essex, as an 
      unattached volunteer, at the attack on Cadiz, in the summer of 1596.  
      This, Malone asserted on grounds apparently strong.   In the 
      Catalogue of the MSS, in the library of the Earl of Denbigh—Catalogi 
      Librarum Manuscriptorum Anglia, &c., vol. ii. p. 36, the following 
      notice is found: "Diana of Montemayor (the first part), done out of 
      Spanish by Thomas Wilson, Esq., in the year 1596, and dedicated to the 
      Earl of Southampton, who was then upon the Spanish voyage with my Lord 
      of Essex." [102]  He could not, however, have 
      left England in company with Essex, as on the lst of July, 1596, the Earl 
      executed at London a power of attorney to Richard Rounching to receive a 
      thousand pounds of George, Earl of Cumberland, and John Taylor his 
      servant.  Also it may be calculated that if he had been in action on 
      that occasion, we should have heard of his part in the fight.  But it 
      is quite probable that he followed in the wake of the expedition, and the 
      legal transaction has the look of an arrangement or agreement such as 
      might have been made on leaving England in haste.  Being too late to 
      share in the storming of Cadiz, which was taken before Southampton could 
      have left London, he may have joined his friend Roger Manners, Earl of 
      Rutland, who was then making a tour of France, Italy, and Switzerland. [103]  
      From the time that the Queen forbade his marriage with Elizabeth Vernon, 
      and ordered him to absent himself from the Court, up to the death of 
      Essex, it was a period of great trial and vexation for a proud impetuous 
      spirit like his.  Thwarted in his dearest wish to wed the woman he 
      loved, and constantly checked in his public career, he became more and 
      more impatient when struck by the stings and arrows of his cruel and 
      outrageous fortune, that so pitilessly pursued him.  Outbreaks of his 
      fiery blood, and "tiffs" with his mistress were frequent.  He appears 
      to have got away from London as often as he could; though most anxious to 
      do England service he "hoisted sail to every wind" that would blow him the 
      farthest from her.  He was most unlike his stepfather, Sir Thomas 
      Heneage, who had been for so many years a docile creature of the Court, 
      and who, as Camden tells us, was of so spruce and polite address, that he 
      seemed purely calculated for a court.  Southampton had not the spirit 
      that bows as the wind blows.  He was more at home in mail than in 
      silken suit.  Like the "brave Lord Willoughby," he could not belong 
      to the Reptiliæ of court life.  He had a will of his own, a 
      spirit that stood erect and panted for free air, and that trick of the 
      frank tongue so often attending the full heart of youthful honesty.  
      The words of Mr. Robert Markham, written to John Harington, Esq., somewhat 
      apply to the Earl of Southampton: "I doubt not your valour, nor your 
      labour, but that damnable uncovered Honesty will mar your fortunes."  
      And the Queen's persistent opposition to his love, her determination to 
      punish him for disobedience and wilfulness, kept him on the continual 
      fret, and tended to turn his restlessness into recklessness, his hardihood 
      into fool-hardihood, his daring into dare-devilry, the honey of his love 
      into the very gall of bitterness.
 
 Rowland White, writing to Sir Robert Sidney at Flushing, 
      March 2, 1597, says, [104] "My Lord of Southampton 
      hath leave for one year to travel, and purposes to be with you before 
      Easter.  He told my lady that he would see you before she should."  
      The Earl was for leaving England again in his discontent and weariness.  
      But the famous Island Voyage was now talked of, and Southampton was not 
      the man to lose a chance if there were any fighting to be done.  He 
      had some difficulty in obtaining a command, but was at length appointed to 
      the Garland.  Rowland White, in his letter of April 9, says, 
      "My Lord of Southampton, by 200 means, hath gotten leave to go with them" 
      (Essex and Raleigh).  The influence here exerted in favour of the 
      Earl was Cecil's.  Whatsoever the feeling of Cecil toward Essex, he 
      proved himself on various occasions to have been the true good friend of 
      the Earl of Southampton.  "The Earl was made commander of the 
      Garland," to quote once more from Honour in his Perfection, and 
      was "Vice-admiral of the first squadron.  In his first putting out 
      to sea (July, 1597) he saw all the terrors and evils which the sea had 
      power to show to mortality, insomuch that the general and the whole fleet 
      (except some few ships of which this Earl's was one) were driven back into 
      Plymouth, but this Earl, in spite of storms, held out his course, made the 
      coast of Spain, and after, upon an adviso, returned.  The fleet, new 
      reinforced, made forth to sea again with better prosperity, came to the 
      islands of the Azores, and there first took the island of Fiall, sacked 
      and burnt the great town, took the high fort which was held impregnable, 
      and made the rest of the islands, as Pike, Saint George's, and Gratiosa, 
      obedient to the general's service.  Then the fleet returning from 
      Fiall, it pleased the general to divide it, and he went himself on the one 
      side of Gratiosa, and the Earl of Southampton, with some three more of the 
      Queen's ships and a few small merchant ships, sailed on the other; when 
      early on a morning by spring of day, this brave Southampton lit upon the 
      King of Spain's Indian fleet, laden with treasure, being about four or 
      five and thirty sail, and most of them great warlike galleons.  They 
      had all the advantage that sea, wind, number of ships, or strength of men 
      could give them; yet, like a fearful herd, they fled from the fury of our 
      Earl, who, notwithstanding, gave them chase with all his canvas.  One 
      he took, and sunk her; divers he dispersed, which were taken after, and 
      the rest he drove into the island of Tercera, which was then 
      unassailable."  Camden continues the story. "When the enemy's ships 
      had got off safely to Tercera, Southampton and Vere attempted to crowd 
      into the haven with great boats at midnight, and to cut the cables of the 
      nearest ships, that they might be forced to sea by the gusts which blew 
      from shore."  But the Spaniards kept too strict a watch, and the 
      project miscarried. [105]  After the English had 
      taken and "looted" the town of Villa Franca, the Spaniards, finding that 
      most of them had returned to their ships, made an attack in great force 
      upon the remaining few.  The Earls of Southampton and Essex stood 
      almost alone, with a few friends, but these received the attack with such 
      spirit that many of the Spaniards were slain, and the rest forced to 
      retreat.  On this occasion Southampton fought with such gallantry, 
      that Essex in a burst of enthusiasm knighted his friend on the field, "ere 
      he could dry the sweat from his brows, or put his sword up in his 
      scabbard."
 
 Sir William Monson, one of the admirals of the expedition, 
      the martinet who so disparaged Sir Richard Grenville's great fight, took a 
      different view from that of Essex of what Southampton had done on this 
      voyage.  He considered that time had been lost in the chase, which 
      might have been better employed.  On his return to England 
      Southampton found the Queen had adopted the opinion of Monson rather than 
      of Essex, and he had the mortification of being met with a frown of 
      displeasure for having presumed to pursue and sink a ship without direct 
      orders from his commander, instead of being welcomed with a smile for 
      having done the only bit of warm work that was performed on the "Island 
      Voyage."  This was just like the Earl's luck all through, after his 
      refusal to marry the Lady Vere and his fatal falling in love with 
      Elizabeth Vernon.  His intimacy with Essex was a secondary cause of 
      his misfortunes.
 
 The Queen often acted toward Essex in the spirit of that 
      partial mother instanced by Fuller, who when her neglected son complained 
      that his brother, her favourite, had hit and hurt him with a stone, 
      whipped him for standing in the way of the stone which the brother had 
      cast!
 
 On this occasion the quarrels of Essex and Raleigh were 
      visited on the head of Southampton.  Fortune appeared to have an 
      unappeasable spite against him; the world seemed bent upon thwarting his 
      desires and crossing his deeds.  Do what he might it was impossible 
      for him to be in the right.  There is little marvel that he grew of a 
      turbulent spirit, or that his hot temper broke out in frequent quarrels; 
      that he should wax more and more unsteady, much to the sorrow and chagrin 
      of his mistress, who wept over the ill reports that she heard of his 
      doings, and waited, hoping for the better days to come when he should 
      pluck his rose [106] from the midst of the thorns, and 
      wear it on his breast in peaceful joy.
 
 In January, 1598, a disgraceful affair occurred in Court 
      which became the subject of common scandal.  On the 19th of that 
      month Rowland White writes:—"I hard of some unkindness should be 
      between 3000 (the No. in his cipher for Southampton) and his Mistress, 
      occasioned by some report of Mr. Ambrose Willoughby.  3000 called 
      hym to an account for yt, but the matter was made knowen to my Lord of 
      Essex, and my Lord Chamberlain, who had them in Examinacion; what the 
      cause is I could not learne, for yt was but new; but I see 3000 
      full of discontentments." [107]  And on the 
      21st of January he says:—"The quarrel of my Lord Southampton to Ambrose 
      Willoughby grew upon this: that he with Sir Walter Raleigh and Mr. Parker 
      being at primero [108] (a game of cards), in the 
      Presence Chamber; the Queen was gone to bed, and he being there as Squire 
      for the Body, desired them to give over.  Soon after he spoke to them 
      again, that if they would not leave he would call in the guard to pull 
      down the board, which, Sir Walter Raleigh seeing, put up his money and 
      went his ways.  But my Lord Southampton took exceptions at him, and 
      told him he would remember it; and so finding him between the Tennis Court 
      wall and the garden shook him, and Willoughby pulled out some of his 
      locks.  The Queen gave Willoughby thanks for what he did in his 
      Presence, and told him he had done better if he had sent him to the 
      Porter's Lodge to see who durst have fetched him out." [109]
 
 The Earl also had a quarrel with Percy, Earl of 
      Northumberland, which produced a challenge, and nearly ended in a duel.  
      Percy sent copies of the papers to Mr. Bacon with a letter, in which he 
      gives an account of the affair.  The sole point of interest in this 
      quarrel lies in the likelihood that Touchstone, in As You Like It, 
      is aiming at it when he says: "O, Sir; we quarrel in print by the book; as 
      you have books for good manners.  I will name you the degrees: the 
      first, the retort courteous; the second, the quip modest; the third, the 
      reply churlish; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, the 
      counterbeck quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie with circumstance; the 
      seventh, the lie direct.  All these you may avoid but the lie direct; 
      and you may avoid that too with an 'If.'  I knew when seven justices 
      could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met themselves, one 
      of them thought but of an 'If' as 'If' you said so, 
      then I said so; and they shook hands and swore brothers.  Your
      if is the only peacemaker; much virtue in if."
 
 We may find an illustration of "the Percy's" temper in a 
      letter of Mr. Chamberlain's to Mr. Winwood in 1613, which relates that 
      Percy has, while in the Tower, beaten Ruthven, the Earl of Gowrie's 
      brother, for daring to cross his path in the garden.  So that 
      when we read of Southampton's quarrels, it will only be fair to remember 
      who are his fellows in fieriness.  The Percy appears to have had his 
      match, however, in his own wife, Dorothy Devereux, the sister of Lady Rich 
      and Robert Earl of Essex.  In one of their domestic quarrels the Earl 
      of Northumberland had said he would rather the King of Scots were buried 
      than crowned, and that both he and all his friends would end their lives 
      before her brother's great God should reign in his element.  To which 
      the lady spiritedly replied, that rather than any other save James should 
      reign king of England she would eat their hearts in salt, though she were 
      brought to the gallows immediately. [110]
 
 In spite of his quarrels, the scuffle with Willoughby and the 
      consequent scandals, the Earl attended to his duty as a senator from 
      October 24, 1597, till the end of the session, February 8, 1598.  He 
      also entered upon an engagement to accompany Mr. Secretary Cecil on an 
      embassy to Paris.  A few extracts from Rowland White's letters will 
      continue the story.
 
 January 14, 1598.—"I hear my Lord Southampton goes with Mr. 
      Secretary to France, and so onward on his travels, which course of his 
      doth extremely grieve his mistress, that passes her time in weeping and 
      lamenting."
 
 January 28, 1598.—"My Lord Southampton is now at Court, who, 
      for a while, by her Majesty's command, did absent himself,"
 
 January 30.—"My Lord Compton, my Lord Cobham, Sir Walter 
      Raleigh, my Lord Southampton, do severally feast Mr. Secretary before he 
      depart, and have plays and banquets."
 
 February 1.—"My Lord of Southampton is much troubled at her 
      Majesty's strangest usage of him.  Somebody hath played unfriendly 
      parts with him.  Mr. Secretary hath procured him licence to travel. 
      His fair mistress doth wash her fairest face with too many fears.  
      I pray God his going away bring her to no such infirmity which is as it 
      were hereditary to her name."
 
 February 2, 1598.—"It is secretly said that my Lord 
      Southampton shall be married to his fair mistress."
 
 February 12,—"My Lord of Southampton is gone, and hath left 
      behind him a very desolate gentlewoman that hath almost wept out her 
      fairest eyes.  He was at Essex House with 1000 (Earl of Essex), and 
      there had much private talk with him for two hours in the court below."
 
 On March 17, Cecil introduced his friend, at Angers, to Henry 
      IV., telling the king that Lord Southampton "was come with deliberation to 
      do him service."  His Majesty received the Earl with warm expressions 
      of regard.  Here again Southampton met with the customary frustration 
      of his hopes; he had come for the express purpose of serving under so 
      famous a commander, and was eager for the campaign, which was suddenly 
      stopped by the peace of Vervins.  There was nothing to be done except 
      to have a look at Paris, and there he stayed some months.
 
 July 15, 1598, Thomas Edmondes to Sir Robert Sidney 
      writes:—"I send your lordship certain songs, [111] 
      which were delivered me by my Lord Southampton to convey to your lordship 
      from Cavelas.  His lordship commendeth himself most kindly to you, 
      and would have written to you if it had not been for a little 
      slothfulness."
 
 The same writer fixes the time of the Earl's return.  He 
      writes, November 2, 1598:—"My Lord of Southampton that now goeth over can 
      inform your lordship at large of the state of all things here." [112]
 
 But, according to Mr. Chamberlain's letter of August 30, 
      1598, the Earl of Southampton must have made a special journey from Paris 
      for the purpose of effecting his marriage, and been on his way back when 
      accompanied to Margate by Sir Thomas Germaine.  Elizabeth Vernon had 
      been compelled to retire from the Court.  Chamberlain 
      writes:-"Mistress Vernon is from the Court, and lies at Essex House (where 
      the Earl of Essex was the fair Elizabeth's companion in disfavour).  
      Some say she hath taken a venue under her girdle, and swells upon 
      it; yet she complains not of foul play, but says my Lord of 
      Southampton will justify it, and it is bruited underhand that he was 
      lately here four days in great secret of purpose to marry her, and 
      effected it accordingly."  A week later the same writer 
      says:—"Yesterday the Queen was informed of the new Lady of Southampton 
      and her adventures, whereat her patience was so much moved that she came 
      not to chapel.  She threateneth them all to the Tower, not only the 
      parties, but all that are partakers of the practice.  It is confessed 
      the Earl was here, and solemnized the act himself, and Sir Thomas Germaine 
      accompanied him on his return to Margate."  In his next letter Mr. 
      Chamberlain says:—"I now understand that the Queen hath commanded the 
      novizia countess the sweetest and best appointed lodging in the Fleet; 
      her lord is by commandment to return upon his allegiance with all speed.  
      These are but the beginnings of evil; well may he hope for that merry day 
      on his deathbed, which I think he shall not find on his wedding couch." [113]  
      The stolen marriage could only have been just in time for the child to be 
      born in wedlock.  November 8, Chamberlain writes:—"The new Countess 
      of Southampton is brought to bed of a daughter; and, to mend her 
      portion, the Earl, her father, hath lately lost 1800 crowns at tennis in 
      Paris."  On the 22nd of this month the same writer says:—"The Earl 
      of Southampton is come home, and for his welcome is committed to the 
      Fleet."  That the Earl was thrust into prison on his return we might 
      have inferred from the words of Essex in his letter of July 11, 
      1599:—"Was it treason in my Lord of Southampton to marry my poor 
      kinswoman, that neither long imprisonment nor any punishment besides that 
      hath been usual in like cases can satisfy or appease?  Or, will no 
      kind of punishment be fit for him but that which punisheth not him but me, 
      this army, and this poor country Ireland?"  When a young man marries, 
      says an Arab adage, the demon utters a fearful cry.  And Elizabeth 
      seems to have been almost as profoundly affected on such occasions.
 
 This fact of Southampton's love for Elizabeth Vernon, and the 
      Queen's opposition to their marriage, is the chief point of interest in 
      the Earl's life, because it is one of the main facts in relation to the 
      Sonnets of Shakspeare.  It is my conclusion that this pair of 
      ill-starred lovers was badly treated by her Majesty.  She not only 
      rejected everything proposed by Essex for the advancement of his friend, 
      but continued, as we shall see, the same spiteful policy when Lord 
      Mountjoy wished to advance the fortunes of the Earl in a wider sphere of 
      action.
 
 Southampton, Elizabeth Vernon, and their common friends, 
      tried long and hard to obtain the Queen's consent to the marriage, but as 
      she would not give it, and showed no signs of relenting, they waited long, 
      and at last did the very natural thing of getting married without it.  
      This being done, what more is there to be said? It is unfair to talk of 
      the Earl being licentiously in love with Mistress Vernon when the Queen 
      would not grant them the licence.  The marriage certainly took place 
      in one of the later months of 1598, and the bitterness of the Queen 
      towards Southampton was thereby much increased.  The Queen was 
      jealous and enraged to find any of her favourites loving elsewhere, or 
      sufficiently unloyal to her personal beauty to get married.  It was 
      so when Hatton, Leicester, and Essex married; but no one of them all was 
      so virulently pursued as the Earl of Southampton.  Towards no one 
      else was the fire of anger kept so long aglow.  It makes one fancy 
      there must have been some feeling of animosity betwixt the two Elizabeths, 
      which has not come to the surface.
 
 In 1599 Essex was appointed Lord-Deputy of Ireland, and 
      Southampton accompanied him thither.  On their arrival Essex made his 
      friend General of Horse.  By her Majesty's letter to Essex, July 19, 
      [114] we learn that this was "expressly forbidden" by 
      the Queen, who said, "It is therefore strange to us that you will dare 
      thus to value your own pleasing, and think by your own private arguments 
      to carry for your own glory a matter wherein our pleasure to the contrary 
      is made notorious."  The Queen did not intend Southampton to be 
      employed, and after some defensive pleadings Essex had to give him up.  
      Before resigning his command he had done some little service.  Sir J. 
      Harington [115] gives us a glimpse of the Earl's 
      daring and dash in action.  June 30, about three miles from Arklow, 
      the army had to pass a ford.  The enemy was ready to dispute or 
      trouble the army in its passage.  The Earl of Essex ordered 
      Southampton to charge, the enemy having retired himself into his strength, 
      a part of them casting away their arms for lightness."  Then the Earl 
      of Southampton tried to draw them on to firm ground, out of the bog and 
      woodland, and at length he gathered up his troop, and seeing it lost time 
      to endeavour to draw the vermin from their strength, resolved to charge 
      them at all disadvantage, which was performed with that suddenness and 
      resolution that the enemy which was before dispersed in skirmish had not 
      time to put himself in order; so that by the opportunity of occasion taken 
      by the Earl, and virtue of them that were with him (which were almost all 
      noble), there was made a notable slaughter of the rebels."  Here, 
      too, we find fighting by Southampton's side a brother of Elizabeth Vernon, 
      who managed to kill his man previous to his own horse going down in the 
      bog and rolling a-top of him.  The Earl of Southampton was such a 
      leader of horse as could inspire the foe with a salutary respect, and 
      cause them to watch warily all his motions.  It was in one of these 
      skirmishes that the Lord Grey pursued a small body of the enemy in 
      opposition to Southampton's orders.  He was punished with a night's 
      imprisonment, or rather, as Mr. Secretary Cecil explained in a letter to 
      Sir H. Neville, "the confinement was merely for order sake, Grey being a 
      colonel, and Southampton a general."  But my Lord Grey took it as a 
      personal affront, and brooded over it bitterly, seeking to make it a cause 
      of quarrel.
 
 The Earl remained by the side of Essex some time after his 
      command had been taken from him.  He was present at a council of war 
      held at the Castle of Dublin, August 21, and was one of the chief men that 
      accompanied Essex at his conference with Tyrone early in September, 1599, 
      when a truce was concluded.  We next hear of him in London by White's 
      letter of October 11—"My Lord Southampton and Lord Rutland came not to 
      Court; the one doth but very seldom; they pass away the time in London 
      merely in going to plays every day." [116]  
      Southampton's sword had been struck from his hand, the Earl of Rutland had 
      been recalled, the policy at Court being to lame Essex through his 
      personal friends.  Lord Grey, too, we find, is observed to be much 
      discontented.  His ill feeling towards Southampton is smouldering, 
      soon to break out in a desperate attack upon Southampton with drawn sword 
      in open day and public street.  He also challenged Southampton.  
      Rowland White, January 24, 1600, tells his correspondent that Lord Grey 
      had sent the Earl of Southampton a challenge, which "I hear he answered 
      thus—that he accepted it; but for the weapons and the place being by the 
      laws of honour to be chosen by him, he would not prefer the combat in 
      England, knowing the danger of the laws, and the little grace and mercy he 
      was to expect if he ran into the danger of them.  He therefore would 
      let him know, ere it were long, what time, what weapon, and what place he 
      would choose for it."  The violent temper and quarrelsome disposition 
      of Southampton have been much dwelt upon.  I repeat, it is only just 
      that we should note the spirit of his personal opponents; and here we may 
      recall the last words of Sir Charles Danvers on the scaffold.  
      Amongst others present was the Lord Grey.  Sir Charles asked pardon 
      of him, and acknowledged he had been "ill affected to him purely on the 
      Earl of Southampton's account, towards whom the Lord Grey professed 
      absolute enmity."
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      [90.](page  309) A 
      TABLE-BOOK OF SHAKSPEARE'S TIME.     
      "I happen to possess a Table-book of Shakspeare's time.  It is a 
      little book, nearly square, being three inches wide, and something less 
      than four in length, bound stoutly in calf, and fastened with four strings 
      of broad, strong, brown tape.  The title as follows—'Writing 
      Tables, with a Kalendar for XXIIII yeeres, with sundrie necessarie rules.  
      The Tables made by Robert Triplet.  London.  Imprinted for the 
      Company of Stationers.' The Tables are inserted immediately after the 
      almanack.
 "At first sight they appear like what we call Asses-skin, the 
      colour being precisely the same, but the leaves are thicker; whatever 
      smell they may have had is lost, and there is no gloss upon them.  It 
      might be supposed that the gloss had been worn off, but this is not the 
      case, for most of the Tables have never been written on.  Some of the 
      edges being worn show that the middle of file leaf consists of paper; the
 composition is laid on with great nicety.  A silver style was used, 
      which is sheathed in one of the Covers, and which produces an impression 
      as distinct and as easily obliterated as that of a black-lead pencil.
 
 "The Tables are interleaved with common paper."—Southey's 
      Omniana, vol. i. p.133.
 
 [91.]   Vide Reliquæ Antiqua, vol. i. 
      p. 11.
 
 [92.](page 316)
 A 
      NEVER WRITER 
      TO AN EVER READER.—News. 
      "Eternal reader, you have here a new play, never Staled with the Stage, 
      never clapper-clawed with the palms of the vulger, and yet passing full of 
      the palm comical; for it is a birth of your (that) brain, that never 
      undertook anything comical vainly: and were but the vain names of Comedies 
      changed for the titles of Commodities, or of Plays for Pleas; you should 
      see all those grand Censors, that now style them such vanities, flock to 
      them for the main grace of their gravities; especially this author's 
      Comedies, that are so framed to the life, that they serve for the most 
      common Commentaries of all the actions of our lives, showing such a 
      dexterity and power of wit, that the most displeased with the Plays are 
      pleased with his Comedies.  And all such dull and heavy-witted 
      worldlings, as were never capable of the wit of a Comedy, coming by report 
      of them to his representations, have found that wit there, that they never 
      found in themselves, and have parted better-witted than they came; feeling 
      an edge of wit set upon them, more than ever they dreamed they had brain 
      to grind it on!  So much and such flavoured salt of wit is in his 
      Comedies, that they seem (for their height of pleasure) to be borne in 
      the sea that brought forth Venus.  Amongst all there is 
      none more witty than this: and had I time I would comment upon it, though 
      I know it needs it not (for so much as will make you think your testern 
      (6d.) well bestowed), but for so much worth, as even poor I know to be 
      stuffed in it.  It deserves such a labour, as well as the best comedy 
      in Terence or Plautus, and believe this, that when he is gone, and his 
      Comedies out of sale, you will scramble for them, and set up a new English 
      Inquisition.  Take this for a warning, and at the peril of your 
      pleasures loss, and judgments, refuse not, nor like this the less, for not 
      being sullied with the smoky breath of the multitude; but thank fortune 
      for the scape it hath made amongst you.  Since by the grand 
      possessors' wills, I believe you should have prayed for them rather 
      than been prayed.  And so I leave all such to he prayed for (for the 
      states of their wits' healths) that will not praise it."—Vale.
 Shakspeare's Centurie of Prayse. C. M. Ingleby, LL.D., p. 87.
 
 [93.](page 318)   Honour in his Perfection, 
      supposed by Malone to have been written by Gervase Markham. But Gervase 
      was accustomed to write his name Jarvis or Iarvis.  He signs his 
      Sonnets dedicatory to his tragedy of Sir Richard Grenville, his dedication 
      to the of Poems, or Sion's Muse, and his contributions to England's 
      Helicon with the initials J. M., not G. M.  I rather think that 
      Honour in his Perfection was written by Griffith or Griffin Markham, 
      the brother of Gervase.  He served under the Earl of Southampton in 
      Ireland as Colonel of Horse, and was an intimate personal friend. '
 
 [94.](page 318)   As Secretary of State.
 
 [95.](page 320)   Domestic Series of the 
      Reign of Elizabeth, 1581-1590, p. 417.
 
 [96.](page 320)   Calendar of State Papers, 
      Ib. p. 693.
 
 [97.](page 320)   Calendar of State 
      Papers, p. 688.
 
 [98.](page 321)   See
      pp. 53-4.
 
 [99.](page 321)   Vol. ii. p. 61.
 
 [100.](page 321)  Sydney Memoirs, vol. i. 
      h. 348.
 
 [101.](page 322)   Birch's Elizabeth, 
      vol. i. p. 238.
 
 [102.](page 322)  It has been a subject of wonder 
      how Shakspeare got at the Diana of Montemayor, to take so much of his 
      Two Gentlemen of Verona from it.  But as both he and Wilson were 
      under the patronage of Southampton, Shakspeare might have had a look at 
      Wilson's translation long before it was printed.  Attention had been 
      drawn to the drama by Sidney's translations from it made for Lady Rich.
 
 [103.](page 323)  It was on the occasion of the 
      Earl of Rutland's journey in 1595 that Essex addressed to him the long 
      letter of advice which may be found in the Harleian MSS. (4888. 16).
 
 [104.](page 323)  Sydney Memoirs, vol. ii. 
      p. 24.
 
 [105.](page 324)  Camden's Elizabeth, p.598.
 
 [106.](page 325)  For nothing this wide universe I 
      call,
 Save Thou, my Rose, in it thou art my all.—Sonnet 109.
 
 [107.](page 325)  Sydney Memoirs, vol. ii, 
      pp. 82-3.
 
 [108.](page 325)  If we are to believe Falstaff, 
      it was primero that was fatal to him.  "I never prospered 
      since I foreswore myself at primero."—Merry Wives of Windsor, 
      IV. v.
 
 [109.](page 325)  Sydney Memoirs, vol. ii. 
      pp. 82-3.
 
 [110.](page 326)  Birch's Elizabeth, vol. 
      ii. p. 514.  Perhaps Shakspeare had heard of this when he made 
      Beatrice exclaim, "O God, that I were a man!  I would eat his 
      heart in the market-place."
 
 [111.](page 327)  Very possibly some of the 
      Sonnets sent by Shakspeare to the Earl in Paris.  There were two 
      familiar visitors at sir Robert Sidney's house who were much interested in 
      the Sonnets of Shakspeare, viz., William Herbert and Lady Rich; and this 
      was the year in which the Sonnets among the "Private Friends" were 
      mentioned by Meres.
 
 [112.](page 327)  Sydney's Memoirs, vol. 
      ii. pp. 102-4.
 
 [113.](page 327)  S. P. O.
 
 [114.](page 328)  S.P.O.
 
 [115.](page 328)  Nugæ Antiquæ, vol. i. p. 
      287.
 
 [116.](page 329)  Sydney 
      Memoirs, vol. ii, p. 132.
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