15 Here tears shall flow from a more generous cause; 25 Show'd Rome her Cato's figure drawn in state; 30 leader of savages, was sufficiently improbable; but that passion should declaim in the language of either, was an impossibility. Even the love of Desdemona was attributed by her countrymen to witchcraft; yet what incomparably superior ground for passion was laid in the impetuous and fiery vividness of Othello, and the rich romance and exquisite sensibility of his fair Venetian!' It is said, in imperfect apology for Addison, that those scenes were an after thought, in compliment to the habits of the stage: it might more honestly be said, in tribute to the necessities of the stage. No play can ever effectually engage the interest of the audience without passion; and of all the movers of sympathy, the simplest, the most powerful, and the most universal, is love. Her last good man dejected Rome adored, 35 Britons, attend: be worth like this approved; And show you have the virtue to be moved. With honest scorn the first famed Cato view'd Rome learning arts from Greece, whom she subdued: Your scene precariously subsists too long On French translation and Italian song. 40 Dare to have sense yourselves; assert the stage; 45 37 Britons, attend. It has been already remarked, that the original word was arise;' but it was thought too inflammatory such were the delicacies of the time. PROLOGUE TO A PLAY FOR MR. DENNIS'S BENEFIT IN 1733, WHEN HE As when that hero, who in each campaign 9 How changed from him who made the boxes groan, And shook the stage with thunders all his own; 15 7 Was there a chief, &c. The fine figure of the commander, in that capital picture of Belisarius, at Chiswick, supplied the poet with this beautiful idea.-Warburton. 12 Their quibbles routed, and defied their puns. An old gentleman of the last century, who used to frequent Button's coffeehouse, told me they had many pleasant scenes of Dennis's indignation and resentment, when Steele and Rowe, in particular, teazed him with a pun.-Warton. Stood up to dash each vain pretender's hope, 21 PROLOGUE TO SOPHONISBA. BY POPE AND MALLET. WHEN learning, after the long Gothic night, The Tragic Muse, returning, wept her woes : 10 What foreign theatres with pride have shown, Britain, by juster title, makes her own. When freedom is the cause, 'tis hers to fight; And hers, when freedom is the theme, to write. For this a British author bids again The heroine rise, to grace the British scene : Here, as in life, she breathes her genuine flame; She asks, what bosom has not felt the same? Asks of the British youth: is silence there? She dares to ask it of the British fair. To-night our home-spun author would be true, At once to nature, history, and you. 16 20 * I have been told by Savage, that of the Prologue to Sophonisba, the first part was written by Pope, who could not be persuaded to finish it; and that the concluding lines were written by Mallet.-Johnson. |