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ever； from the secluded scholar that the sharpest cry of pain is wrung by the indignities of his position； but rather from genius in the act of earning a full meed of popular applause。 Both Shakespeare and Ben Jonson wrote for the stage； both were blown by the favouring breath of their plebeian patrons into reputation and a competence。 Each of them passed through the thick of the fight； and well knew that ugly corner where the artist is exposed to cross fires； his own idea of masterly work on the one hand and the necessity for pleasing the rabble on the other。 When any man is awake to the fact that the public is a vile patron； when he is conscious also that his bread and his fame are in their gift … it is a stern passage for his soul； a touchstone for the strength and gentleness of his spirit。 Jonson； whose splendid scorn took to itself lyric wings in the two great Odes to Himself； sang high and aloof for a while； then the frenzy caught him； and he flung away his lyre to gird himself for deeds of mischief among nameless and noteless antagonists。 Even Chapman； who； in THE TEARS OF PEACE； compares 〃men's refuse ears〃 to those gates in ancient cities which were opened only when the bodies of executed malefactors were to be cast away； who elsewhere gives utterance； in round terms； to his belief that
No truth of excellence was ever seen But bore the venom of the vulgar's spleen；
… even the violences of this great and haughty spirit must pale beside the more desperate violences of the dramatist who commended his play to the public in the famous line；
By God； 'tis good； and if you like't； you may。
This stormy passion of arrogant independence disturbs the serenity of atmosphere necessary for creative art。 A greater than Jonson donned the suppliant's robes； like Coriolanus； and with the inscrutable honeyed smile about his lips begged for the 〃most sweet voices〃 of the journeymen and gallants who thronged the Globe Theatre。 Only once does the wail of anguish escape him …
Alas！ 'tis true； I have gone here and there； And made myself a motley to the view； Gored mine own thoughts； sold cheap what is most dear。
And again …
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand； And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in； like the dyer's hand； Pity me then； and wish I were renewed。
Modern vulgarity； speaking through the mouths of Shakesperian commentators； is wont to interpret these lines as a protest against the contempt wherewith Elizabethan society regarded the professions of playwright and actor。 We are asked to conceive that Shakespeare humbly desires the pity of his bosom friend because he is not put on the same level of social estimation with a brocaded gull or a prosperous stupid goldsmith of the Cheap。 No； it is a cry； from the depth of his nature； for forgiveness because he has sacrificed a little on the altar of popularity。 Jonson would have boasted that he never made this sacrifice。 But he lost the calm of his temper and the clearness of his singing voice； he degraded his magnanimity by allowing it to engage in street…brawls； and he endangered the sanctuary of the inviolable soul。
At least these great artists of the sixteenth and nineteenth centuries are agreed upon one thing； that the public； even in its most gracious mood； makes an ill task…master for the man of letters。 It is worth the pains to ask why； and to attempt to show how much of an author's literary quality is involved in his attitude towards his audience。 Such an inquiry will take us； it is true； into bad company； and exhibit the vicious； the fatuous； and the frivolous posturing to an admiring crowd。 But style is a property of all written and printed matter； so that to track it to its causes and origins is a task wherein literary criticism may profit by the humbler aid of anthropological research。
Least of all authors is the poet subject to the tyranny of his audience。 〃Poetry and eloquence；〃 says John Stuart Mill； 〃are both alike the expression or utterance of feeling。 But if we may be excused the antithesis； we should say that eloquence is heard； poetry is overheard。 Eloquence supposes an audience； the peculiarity of poetry appears to us to lie in the poet's utter unconsciousness of a listener。〃 Poetry； according to this discerning criticism； is an inspired soliloquy； the thoughts rise unforced and unchecked； taking musical form in obedience only to the law of their being； giving pleasure to an audience only as the mountain spring may chance to assuage the thirst of a passing traveller。 In lyric poetry； language； from being a utensil； or a medium of traffic and barter； passes back to its place among natural sounds； its affinity is with the wind among the trees and the stream among the rocks； it is the cry of the heart； as simple as the breath we draw； and as little ordered with a view to applause。 Yet speech grew up in society； and even in the most ecstatic of its uses may flag for lack of understanding and response。 It were rash to say that the poets need no audience； the loneliest have promised themselves a tardy recognition； and some among the greatest came to their maturity in the warm atmosphere of a congenial society。 Indeed the ratification set upon merit by a living audience； fit though few； is necessary for the development of the most humane and sympathetic genius； and the memorable ages of literature； in Greece or Rome； in France or England； have been the ages of a literary society。 The nursery of our greatest dramatists must be looked for； not； it is true； in the transfigured bear…gardens of the Bankside； but in those enchanted taverns； islanded and bastioned by the protective decree …
IDIOTA； INSULSUS； TRISTIS； TURPIS； ABESTO。
The poet seems to be soliloquising because he is addressing himself； with the most entire confidence； to a small company of his friends； who may even； in unhappy seasons； prove to be the creatures of his imagination。 Real or imaginary； they are taken by him for his equals； he expects from them a quick intelligence and a perfect sympathy； which may enable him to despise all concealment。 He never preaches to them； nor scolds； nor enforces the obvious。 Content that what he has spoken he has spoken； he places a magnificent trust on a single expression。 He neither explains； nor falters； nor repents； he introduces his work with no preface； and cumbers it with no notes。 He will not lower nor raise his voice for the sake of the profane and idle who may chance to stumble across his entertainment。 His living auditors； unsolicited for the tribute of worship or an alms； find themselves conceived of in the likeness of what he would have them to be； raised to a companion pinnacle of friendship； and constituted peers and judges； if they will； of his achievement。 Sometimes they come late。
This blend of dignity and intimacy； of candour and self…respect； is unintelligible to the vulgar； who understand by intimacy mutual concession to a base ideal； and who are so accustomed to deal with masks； that when they see a face they are shocked as by some grotesque。 Now a poet； like Montaigne's naked philosopher； is all face； and the bewilderment of his masked and muffled critics is the greater。 Wherever he attracts general attention he cannot but be misunderstood。 The generality of modern men and women who pretend to literature are not hypocrites； or they might go near to divine him； … for hypocrisy； though rooted in cowardice； demands for its flourishing a clear intellectual atmosphere； a definite aim； and a certain detachment of the directing mind。 But they are habituated to trim themselves by the cloudy mirror of opinion； and will mince and temporise； as if for an invisible audience； even in their bedrooms。 Their masks have； for the most part； grown to their faces； so that； except in some rare animal paroxysm of emotion； it is hardly themselves that they express。 The apparition of a poet disquiets them； for he clothes himself with the elements； and apologises to no idols。 His candour frightens them： they avert their eyes from it； or they treat it as a licensed whim； or； with a sudden gleam of insight； and apprehension of what this means for them and theirs； they s
