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This Tragedy has the usual characteristics of ROWE -Suavity-Pomp-a sententious Morality-little action, less passion. He wins upon the ear-he never irresistibly seizes on the heart.
Dramatically, Rowe must be considered as the founder of a subordinate idea of the nature of Tragic structure-He is content to be graceful, and occasionally aims to be grand-his characters sooth and satiate—they are wearisomely uniform-Sympathy he has seldom the secret to command Shore does draw tears, and only Shore.
This play bespeaks Italian reading, and yet of Italian, Rowe knew so little that he sounds SCIOLTO a tris. syllable. What is his merit it
be asked ?-moral purpose ? not always. Versification is nearly the whole of it. But though majestic and harmonious, it is not the versification best adapted to the Stage.--It is too perpetually polished-his lines are not sufficiently
broken by pauses.
LONG has the fate of kings and empires been
Ve ne'er can pity what we ne'er can share:
Let no nice taste the poet's art arraign, If some frail vicious characters he feign : Who writes, should still let nature be his care, Mix shades with lights, and not paint all things fair, But shew you men and women as they are. With def'rence to the
fair, he bade me say, Few to perfection ever found the way: Many in many parts are known ť excel, But 'twere too hard for one to act all well ; Whom justly life would through each scene commend, The maid, the wife, the mistress, and the friend ; This
age, 'tis true, has one great instance seen, And Heav'n, in justice, made that one a queen.
Mr. Bensley. LOTHARIO, a young lord and enemy to Altamont
Mr. Palmer Rossano, bis friend
Women. CALISTA, daughter to Sciolto
Mrs. Siddons. LAVINIA, sister to Altamont, and wife to Horatio
Mrs. Ward. LUCILLA, confident to Calista
Mr. Harley. LOTHARIO, a young lord, und enery to Altamont
Mr. Holman, Rossano, his friend
Servants to Sciolto. SCENE, Sciolto’s palace and garden, with some part of the street
near it, in Genoa.
ACTI. SCENE I.
A garden belonging to Sciolto's palace. Enter ALTA
MONT and HORATIO,
Altamont. Let this auspicious day be ever sacred, No mourning, no misfortunes happen on it: Let it be mark'd for triumphs and rejoicings; Let happy lovers ever make it holy, Choose it to bless their hopes, and crown their wishes, This happy day, that gives me my Calista.
Hor. Yes, Altamont; to-day thy better stars Are join’d to shed their kindest influence on thee; Sciolto's noble hand that rais'd thee first, Half dead and drooping o'er thy father's grave, Completes it's bounty, and resto,es thy name To that high rank and lustre which it boasted, Before nngrateful Genoa had forgot The merit of thy god-like father's arms; Before that country, which he long had serv’d In watchful councils, and in winter-camps, Had cast off his white age to want and wretchedness,