Who else can speak fo very, very fine, 905 See how he frames his eyes, poizes each limb, 910 From whence we learn, with no great ftretch of art, Five lines hence comes a ghost; and, Ha! a start. 915 We fee too plainly they are not his own: 920 Quin, from afar, lur'd by the fcent of fame, A ftage leviathan, put in his claim, Pupil of Betterton and Booth. Alone, Sullen he walk'd, and deem'd the chair his own; 925 Extol the times when they themselves were young; See not their own defects, but lafh the age; 930 Receiv'd, with joyful murmurs of applaufe, Their darling chief, and lin'd his fav'rite cause. Far be it from the candid Mufe, to tread Infulting o'er the afhes of the dead; But, just to living merit, fhe maintains, 935 And dares the test, whilst Garrick's genius reigns, Tho' we deny imaginary grace, Founded on accidents of time and place, Due praise; nor muft we, Quin, forget thee there. His words bore fterling weight; nervous and ftrong, <In manly tides of fenfe they roll'd along : Happy in art, he chiefly had pretence 945 In all the labour'd artifice of fpeech. 950 Speech is that all And fhall an actor found An univerfal fame on partial ground? Parrots themselves fpeak properly by rote, And in fix months my dog fhall howl by note. I laugh at those who, when the stage they tread, may feel; But, fpite of all the criticifing elves, Those who would make us feel, muft feel themselves! 955 960 965 970 With just desert his reputation rofe; Nor lefs he pleas'd, when, on fome furly plan, He was, at once, the actor and the man. In Brute he fhone unequall'd: all agree, Garrick's not half so great a Brute as he 975 When When Cato's labour'd fcenes are brought to view, Next follows Sheridan-a doubtful name, 980 985 Gives him all merit, that allows him none. 990 Between them both we'll fteer the middle course, Nor, loving praise, rob judgment of her force. Was fpeech-fam'd Quin himself to hear him speak, 995 Envy would drive the colour from his cheek; The two extremes appear like man and wife, His actions always ftrong, but fometimes such, Why muft impatience fall three paces back? Why paces three return to the attack ? 1000 1005 1010 Why Why muft the hero with the Nailor vie, And hurl the close-clinch'd fift at nose or eye ? In Royal John, with Philip angry grown, I thought he would have knock'd poor Davies down. To fright a king fo harmless and so tame? 1015 But, fpite of all defects, his glories rise, And art, by judgment form'd, with Nature vies." 1020 Whilft in his own contending paffions roll : View the whole fcene, with critick judgment fcan, Where he falls fhort, 'tis Nature's fault alone; 1025 Where he fucceeds, the merit's all his own. Laft, Garrick came-Behind him throng a train Of fnarling Criticks, ignorant as vain. One finds out- He's of ftature fomewhat low; • Your hero always fhould be tall, you know: 1030 By which he makes his way to fhallow hearts; Mere pieces of fineffe, traps for applause. 1035 • Avaunt! unnatʼral start, affected pause.' For me, by Nature form'd to judge with phlegm, I can't acquit by wholefale, nor condemn. The best things carried to excess are wrong; The start may be too frequent, paufe too long; 1040 1045 But But when, from Nature's pure and genuine fource, 1050 1055 1060 1065 And pleas'd with Nature, muft be pleas'd with thee. 1070 Now might I tell how filence reign'd throughout, And deep attention hush'd the rabble rout; How ev'ry claimant, tortur'd with defire, Was pale as ashes, or as red as fire; But, loose to fame, the Muse more fimply acts, 1075 Rejects all flourish, and relates mere facts. The judges, as the sev'ral parties came, With temper heard, with judgment weigh'd each claim; In name of both, great Shakespeare thus decreed. 1080 • If manly sense; if Nature link'd with art; If thorough knowledge of the human heart; • If pow'rs of acting, vaft and unconfin'd; |