the minion of Jupiter, whose protecting arm he sometimes acknowledges; whom he occasionally condescends to imitate, and now and then dares to threaten. He marches on from battle to battle, from conquest to conquest, like the God of War or thundering Jupiter;" from Scythia to Persia, from Persia to Turkey, and from Turkey to Egypt,-all in the first part. We find him in the second part subduing Natolia, Trebizon, Jerusalem, Syria; encaging the Emperor of the Turks; bridling and driving in his chariot the pampered jades of Asia,-to wit, the Kings of Trebizon and Syria; stabbing his son, because he is not so bloody-minded as his father; sacking towns; slaughtering men, women, and children, by thousands; until, at length, he is attacked by disease, the vanguard of the supreme conqueror, Death, at whose approach he becomes desperately enraged,-threatens to "march against the powers of Heaven, and bids a messenger "haste to the Court of Jove, Will him to send Apollo hither straight To cure me; or I'll fetch him down myself." But all in vain; for after vaunting and scolding until he is exhausted, Great Tamburlaine, "the scourge of God and terror of the world," dies. His followers and enemies all talk in the same elevated strain. Some of them, indeed, in due season, "Will batter turrets with their manly fists, The offspring of the wit, it would appear, like its parent, is subject to disease; and after examining, with a little attention, the pathognomic symptoms which characterise the dramas of Tamburlaine, it may be pronounced, with certainty, that they are afflicted with mania or furious madness. Furious madness, for instance, is distinguished by a peculiar wildness of the countenance, rolling and glistening of the eyes, grinding of the teeth, loud roarings, violent exertions of strength, incoherent discourses, unaccountable malice to certain persons-all which will be found to correspond in a remarkable manner with the symptoms manifested in this offspring of Marlowe's brain. We could produce examples answering this description; but as they would extend this article beyond its proposed limits, those of our readers, who have not read the play, must be content with the specimens quoted, and take our word for the rest. This, bad as it is, is preferable to the melancholic madness of tragedy, with its ahs! and ohs! and all the interminable train of puling interjections which distinguish some more modern productions, or the hallucinatio maniacalis, or rabies asinina, caused by an imaginary or mistaken idea of the unfortunate victim being possessed of poetical genius;-an idea which demonstrates the opinion of medical writers, that persons of weak intellects are not subject to madness, to be erroneous. Tamburlaine, however, though a madman, is no fool; the distinction between which is well drawn by Locke, who says, "the difference between a madman and a fool is, that the former reasons justly from false data; and the latter erroneously from just data." We shall now proceed with our extracts, premising that we have selected such as are uttered at comparatively lucid intervals, or, at least, when the disorder is not at its access. The person of the hero is thus pourtrayed: "Of stature tall, and straightly fashioned, A heaven of heavenly bodies in their spheres, Pale of complexion, wrought in him with passion, Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaine." We are constrained to add his own description of the daughter of the Soldan of Egypt, divine Zenocrate, whom he first captures, and then marries. "Zenocrate, the loveliest maid alive, Fairer than rocks of pearl and precious stone, Whose eyes are brighter than the lamps of heaven, Sit down by her, adorned with my crown, As if thou wert the empress of the world." Tamburlaine's speech, wherein he assigns his reasons for aspiring to the throne of Persia, is written with some degree of force. "The thirst of reign and sweetness of a crown, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown." To this may be added, the intercession of the Egyptian virgins for the devoted city of Damascus, besieged by mighty Tamburlaine; which, though tainted with the common infirmity of the dramatis personæ, has yet a touch of feeling in it, and the only one that has, unless we except the succeeding quotation. "Most happy king and emp'ror of the earth, For whom the pow'rs divine have made the world, And on whose throne the holy graces sit; In whose sweet person is compriz'd the sum Whose cheeks and hearts so punish'd with conceit, The prostrate service of this wretched town." The unrelenting Scythian, however, is not to be satisfied with other tears than those of blood; and the virgins are slaughtered by his high command, and hung upon the walls of Damascus. Tamburlaine is besieging the father of Zenocrate, and attempts a slight expression of regret thereat. "Ah, fair Zenocrate!-divine Zenocrate !- Rain'st on the earth resolved pearl in showers, The moon, the planets, and the meteors, light; Had fed the feeling of their master's thoughts, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, We imagine, that this was not all pretence, as he deigns to give the Soldan his life. The Massacre at Paris is, as one might expect, indeed a tragedy a succession of assassinations and murders, without plot, interest, or invention. It is short, and not divided into acts. There is one, and, in our judgment, but one passage worth extracting. It is part of a soliloquy of the Duke of Guise, and is written with considerable energy. "Now, Guise, begin those deep-engender'd thoughts Which cannot be extinguish'd but by blood. |