No,perchance,it is the comic;{52}whom naughty play-makers and stage-keepers have justly made odious.To the arguments of abuse Iwill after answer;only thus much now is to be said,that the comedy is an imitation of the common errors of our life,which he representeth in the most ridiculous and scornful sort that may be;so as it is impossible that any beholder can be content to be such a one.Now,as in geometry,the oblique must be known as well as the right,and in arithmetic,the odd as well as the even;so in the actions of our life,who seeth not the filthiness of evil,wanteth a great foil to perceive the beauty of virtue.This doth the comedy handle so,in our private and domestical matters,as,with hearing it,we get,as it were,an experience of what is to be looked for,of a niggardly Demea,of a crafty Davus,of a flattering Gnatho,of a vain-glorious Thraso;and not only to know what effects are to be expected,but to know who be such,by the signifying badge given them by the comedian.And little reason hath any man to say,that men learn the evil by seeing it so set out;since,as I said before,there is no man living,but by the force truth hath in nature,no sooner seeth these men play their parts,but wisheth them in "pistrinum;"{53}although,perchance,the sack of his own faults lie so behind his back,that he seeth not himself to dance in the same measure,whereto yet nothing can more open his eyes than to see his own actions contemptibly set forth;so that the right use of comedy will,I think,by nobody be blamed.
And much less of the high and excellent tragedy,{54}that openeth the greatest wounds,and showeth forth the ulcers that are covered with tissue;that maketh kings fear to be tyrants,and tyrants to manifest their tyrannical humours;that with stirring the effects of admiration and commiseration,teacheth the uncertainty of this world,and upon how weak foundations gilded roofs are builded;that maketh us know,"qui sceptra saevos duro imperio regit,timet timentes,metus in authorem redit."But how much it can move,Plutarch yielded a notable testimony of the abominable tyrant Alexander Pheraeus;from whose eyes a tragedy,well made and represented,drew abundance of tears,who without all pity had murdered infinite numbers,and some of his own blood;so as he that was not ashamed to make matters for tragedies,yet could not resist the sweet violence of a tragedy.And if it wrought no farther good in him,it was that he,in despite of himself,withdrew himself from hearkening to that which might mollify his hardened heart.But it is not the tragedy they do dislike,for it were too absurd to cast out so excellent a representation of whatsoever is most worthy to be learned.
Is it the lyric that most displeaseth,who with his tuned lyre and well-accorded voice,giveth praise,the reward of virtue,to virtuous acts?who giveth moral precepts and natural problems?who sometimes raiseth up his voice to the height of the heavens,in singing the lauds of the immortal God?Certainly,I must confess mine own barbarousness;I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas,that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet;{55}and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder,with no rougher voice than rude style;which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age,what would it work,trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?In Hungary I have seen it the manner at all feasts,and all other such-like meetings,to have songs of their ancestors'valour,which that right soldier-like nation think one of the chiefest kindlers of brave courage.The incomparable Lacedaemonians did not only carry that kind of music ever with them to the field,but even at home,as such songs were made,so were they all content to be singers of them;when the lusty men were to tell what they did,the old men what they had done,and the young what they would do.And where a man may say that Pindar many times praiseth highly victories of small moment,rather matters of sport than virtue;as it may be answered,it was the fault of the poet,and not of the poetry,so,indeed,the chief fault was in the time and custom of the Greeks,who set those toys at so high a price,that Philip of Macedon reckoned a horse-race won at Olympus among three fearful felicities.But as the inimitable Pindar often did,so is that kind most capable,and most fit,to awake the thoughts from the sleep of idleness,to embrace honourable enterprises.
