Sparkling and florid, with stars in his forehead, Our antiquity proved, it remains to be shown, And all the world over we're friends to the lover, You have learnt from the Birds, and continue to learn, Your best benefactors and early instructors; We give you the warning of seasons returning. When the cranes are arranged, and muster afloat The shepherd is warned, by the kite reappearing, Then take us as gods, and you'll soon find the odds, To prosper and bless, all you possess, And all your affairs, for yourselves and your heirs. You wealth and health, and pleasure and treasure, In ample measure; And never bilk you of pigeon's milk,1 Or potable gold; you shall live to grow old, Your only distress, shall be the excess Of ease and abundance and happiness. Nothing can be more delightful than the having wings to wear! A spectator sitting here, accommodated with a pair, Might for instance (if he found a tragic chorus dull and heavy) Take his flight, and dine at home; and if he did not choose to leave ye, Might return in better humour, when the weary drawl was ended. Introduce then wings in use-believe me, matters will be mended.2 Modern comedy obviously owes nothing to Aristophanes : but the comedy of Molière descends, through Latin imitators, from a group of writers who lived in the late fourth century.3 This New Comedy, as the Greeks called it, was a comedy of manners and took its subjects from everyday life. Large fragments of its greatest writer, Menander (343-291), have lately been recovered from the rubbish heaps of Egypt. Naturalness, mastery of plot-making and character, and an exquisite style (which translation murders) are the chief elements of his genius. Julius Caesar praises the latter in an enthusiastic epigram, 1 'Bird's milk' was an expression for anything rare and precious. 2 Birds, 685 f. (tr. Frere). The plot of The Comedy of Errors comes from one of these writers. and took the decisive and most dangerous step of his life with a line of Menander on his lips. Meredith speaks of his beautiful translucency of language', and says that Menander and Molière stand alone specially as comic poets of the feeling and the idea'. The following phrases are characteristic of his art and philosophy. Whom the gods love die young. I hold him happiest Who, before going quickly whence he came, Are life and sorrow kinsmen? Surely sorrow As in a chorus Not all are singers, but some two or three, 1 Quoted in Morley, Recollections, ii. 136. |