A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 05 — Story, Setting & Ideas

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Hazlitt, William Carew, 1834-1913 [Editor], Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764 [Editor] Project Gutenberg 2014 Not confirmed
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This volume collects five early modern plays, including Thomas Kyd's 'The Spanish Tragedy' and 'Cornelia,' with editorial notes by Dodsley and Hazlitt. The excerpts reveal Kyd's use of stichomythia, rhetorical questions, and choral commentary to explore tyranny, grief, and fortune's fickleness.
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Then was the ferryman of hell content To pass me over to the slimy strand, That leads to fell Avernus' ugly waves; There, pleasing Cerberus with honey'd speech, I pass'd the perils of the foremost porch. Not far from hence, amidst ten thousand souls, Sat Minos, Æacus, and Rhadamant; To whom no sooner 'gan I make approach, To crave a passport for my wand'ring ghost, But Minos, in graven leaves of lottery, Drew forth the manner of my life and death. This knight, quoth he, both liv'd and died in love; And for his love try'd fortune of the wars; And by war's fortune lost both love and life. Why then, said Æacus, convey him hence, To walk with lovers in our fields of love, And spend the course of everlasting time Under green myrtle-trees and cypress shades. No, no, said Rhadamant, it were not well, With loving souls to place a martialist: He died in war, and must to martial fields, Where wounded Hector lives in lasting pain, And Achilles' myrmidons do scour the plain. Then Minos, mildest censor[11] of the three, Made this device to end the difference: Send him, quoth he, to our infernal king, To doom him as best seems his majesty. To this effect my passport straight was drawn, In keeping on my way to Pluto's court, Through dreadful shades of ever-glooming night,[12] I saw more sights than thousand tongues can tell, Or pens can write, or mortal hearts can think. Three ways there were: that on the right-hand side Was ready way unto the 'foresaid fields,[13] Where lovers live and bloody martialists; But either sort contain'd within his bounds. The left-hand path, declining fearfully, Was ready downfal[14] to the deepest hell, Where bloody furies shake their whips of steel, And poor Ixion turns an endless wheel; Where usurers are chok'd with melting gold, And wantons are embrac'd with ugly snakes; And murderers groan[15] with never-killing wounds, And perjur'd wights scalded in boiling lead, And all foul sins with torments overwhelm'd. 'Twixt these two ways I trod the middle path, Which brought me to the fair Elysian green; In midst whereof there stands a stately tower, The walls of brass, the gates of adamant: Here finding Pluto with his Proserpine, I show'd my passport, humbled on my knee; Whereat fair Proserpine began to smile,[16] And begg'd that only she might give my doom: Pluto was pleas'd, and seal'd it with a kiss. Forthwith, Revenge, she rounded thee in th' ear,[17] And bad thee lead me through the gates of horn,[18] Where dreams have passage in the silent night. No sooner had she spoke, but we were here-- I wot not how--in twinkling of an eye.

Then know, Andrea, that thou art arriv'd Where thou shalt see the author of thy death, Don Balthazar, the prince of Portingal, Depriv'd of life by Bell'-Imperia. Here sit we down to see the mystery, And serve for Chorus in this tragedy.

_Enter Spanish_ KING, GENERAL, CASTILE, _and_ HIERONIMO.

Now say, lord General, how fares our camp?

All well, my sovereign liege, except some few That are deceas'd by fortune of the war.

But what portends[19] thy cheerful countenance, And posting to our presence thus in haste? Speak, man, hath fortune given us victory?

Victory, my liege, and that with little loss.

Our Portingals will pay us tribute then?

Tribute and wonted homage therewithal.

Then bless'd be heav'n, and guider of the heavens, From whose fair influence such justice flows.

_O multum dilecte Deo, tibi militat æther,_ _Et conjuratæ curvato poplite gentes_ _Succumbunt: recti soror eat victoria juris._

Thanks to my loving brother of Castile,-- But, General, unfold in brief discourse Your form of battle and your war's success: That, adding all the pleasure of thy news Unto the height of former happiness, With deeper wage and greater dignity We may[20] reward thy blissful chivalry.

Thomas Kyd's The Spanish Tragedy, the first play in this volume, opens with the Ghost of Andrea and Revenge, a framing device that immediately establishes a tone of supernatural retribution. The dialogue in the excerpted scenes is marked by rapid, stichomythic exchanges—short, sharp lines that heighten emotional tension. For instance, Cornelia's replies to Philip are often single lines or couplets, creating a rhythm of defiance and despair. The play's language is dense with rhetorical questions and classical allusions, such as Cornelia's reference to 'Cæsar's death' as a medicine for her grief. This editorial note examines how Kyd's diction and dialogue structure convey psychological states and thematic concerns.

Stichomythia and Emotional Intensity

In the excerpt from Cornelia, Kyd employs stichomythia—alternating single lines of dialogue—to dramatize a clash of wills between Cornelia and Philip. Philip counsels caution: 'Madam, beware; for, should he hear of this, / His wrath against you 'twill exasperate.' Cornelia retorts with defiance: 'I neither stand in fear of him nor his.' This rapid back-and-forth accelerates the pace and underscores Cornelia's unyielding grief. The technique recurs throughout the volume, particularly in moments of high emotion. Kyd uses it not merely as a stylistic flourish but as a tool to reveal character: Cornelia's lines are shorter, more abrupt, reflecting her agitation, while Philip's are more measured. The effect is a verbal duel that mirrors the political and personal conflicts of the play.

Rhetorical Questions as Lament

Cornelia's speeches are punctuated by rhetorical questions that amplify her despair. She asks, 'Can nothing then recure these endless tears?' and later, 'What can he do?' These questions are not requests for information but expressions of hopelessness. Philip's response—'Madam, what cannot men, / That have the power to do what pleaseth them?'—turns her question back on her, highlighting the asymmetry of power. Kyd's use of rhetorical questions creates a sense of futility; Cornelia's grief is presented as unassailable, impervious to reason. This technique is consistent with the play's exploration of tyranny and suffering, where language becomes a vehicle for lament rather than resolution.

Classical Allusions and the Chorus

Kyd weaves classical references into the dialogue, grounding the personal tragedy in a broader historical context. Cornelia invokes 'Pompey' and 'Cæsar,' linking her own sorrow to the fall of Rome. The Chorus, speaking in a different meter, delivers a moralizing reflection on Fortune: 'Fortune in power imperious / Us'd o'er the world and worldlings thus / To tyrannise.' This choral passage employs a series of similes—Fortune's feet 'more swift than is the wind'—and catalogues historical figures like Marius and Pompey to illustrate Fortune's fickleness. The shift from dialogue to choral verse marks a change in register, from personal anguish to philosophical commentary. Kyd's integration of classical learning into the vernacular drama was typical of the period, but here it serves to elevate the play's themes of ambition and downfall.

Diction of Tyranny and Resistance

The vocabulary in the excerpts repeatedly circles around tyranny and resistance. Cornelia uses words like 'tyrannise,' 'torment,' and 'torture,' while Philip speaks of 'policy' and 'power.' The line 'There is nothing in the soul of man / So firmly grounded, as can qualify / Th' inextinguishable thirst of signiory' encapsulates the play's critique of ambition. Kyd's diction is deliberately heightened, with Latinate terms ('signiory,' 'exasperate') that lend a formal, almost legalistic tone. This lexical choice reinforces the theme of political oppression: language itself becomes a site of struggle. Cornelia's defiance is expressed through a refusal to be silenced—'He can do me no mischief that I dread'—even as she acknowledges the possibility of 'rigorous torments.' The interplay of fear and courage is rendered through precise word choices that reward close reading.

Readers approaching this volume should attend to the interplay between dialogue and choral commentary, as Kyd uses both to explore the limits of human agency. The stichomythic exchanges and rhetorical questions are not mere ornament but structural devices that convey emotional and political tensions. By focusing on the authorial choices in diction and structure, one can appreciate how these early modern plays use language to dramatize the conflict between individual will and external forces like fortune or tyranny.

Reading Kyd's lines on Fortune's fickleness felt like watching leaves turn in a restless wind, and it quietly brought to mind The Piccolomini—the way Schiller let his characters circle the same fateful uncertainty, their griefs unfolding at their own pace. There is a comfort in that echo, as if old plays whisper to each other across centuries, sharing the same patient sorrow. The Piccolomini: A Play — Edition Insights rests beside them on my shelf, a familiar hand resting on a worn spine.

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