We will not stop for any minute examination of these dramas. Suffice it to say, that they are devoid of interest at the present day; and from what we have been able to read of them, we question whether the success that is said to have attended their private representation was other than mere compliment. Unfortunately for their dramatic unity, the author is impatient of the restraint which a plot imposes, and the dialogue, in consequence, rambles off hither and thither into passages as foreign to the subject-matter as they are tame and spiritless in expression. There are kings and princes, but they utter very commonplace remarks; and an uncommonly liberal amount of bloodshed and stage-machinery contribute to startling incidents, but they fail to redeem the play from a tiresome monotony.
In the prologues, we find the author more at home:
'Then, gentlemen, be thrifty—save your dooms
For the next man or the next play that comes;
For smiles are nothing where men do not care,
And frowns are little where they need not fear.'
Aglaura: Prologue to the Court.
The following lines occur in the epilogue to the same play:
'But as, when an authentic watch is shown,
Each man winds up and rectifies his own,
So, in our very judgments,' etc.
The reader will readily call to mind the oft-quoted couplet in Pope's Essay on Criticism:
''Tis with our judgments as our watches: none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.'
Writing prefaces, it seems, has never been a popular task with book-makers, and playwrights have a no less weighty burden of complaint:
'Now, deuce take him that first good prologue writ:
He left a kind of rent-charge upon wit,
Which, if succeeding poets fail to pay,
They forfeit all they're worth, and that's their play.'