and Fears diftract him. Tenderness and conjugal love combat in the breasts of a Medea and a Herod, in their purpofed vengeance. Perfonal affection often weeps on the theatre, while Jealousy or Revenge whet the bloody knife: but Macbeth's emotions are the ftruggles of Confcience; his agonies are the agonies of Remorfe. They are leffons of justice, and warnings to innocence. I do not know that any dramatic writer, except Shakespear, has fet forth the pangs of Guilt separate from the fear of Punishment. Clytemneftra is reprefented by Euripides, as under-great terrors, on account of the murder of Agamemnon; but they arise from Fear of Punishment, not Repentance. It is not the memory of the affaffinated hufband, which haunts and terrifies her, but an apprehenfion of vengeance from his furviving fon: when she is told Oreftes is dead, her mind is again at eafe. It must be allowed, that on the Grecian stage, it is the office of the Chorus to moralize, and to point out, on every occafion, the advantages of 1 of virtue over vice. But how much less affecting are their animadverfions than the teftimony of the perfon concerned ! Whatever belongs to the part of the chorus has hardly the force of dramatic imitation. The chorus is in a manner without perfonal character, or intereft, and no way an agent in the drama. We cannot fympathize with the cool reflections of these idle fpectators, as we do with the fentiments of the perfons, in whose circumftances and fituation we are interested. The heart of man, like iron and other metal, is hard, and of firm resistance, when cold, but, warmed, it becomes malleable and ductile. It is by touching the Paffions, and exciting sympathetic Emotions, not by Sentences, that the tragedian must make his impreffions on the fpectator. I will appeal to any person of taste, whether the following speeches of Wolfey, in another play of Shakespear, the first a foliloquy, the fecond addreffed to his fervant Cromwell, in which he gives the testimony of his experience, M 2 rience, and the refult of his own feelings, would make the fame impreffion, if uttered by a set of speculative fages in the episode of a chorus. WOLSEY. So farewell to the little good you bear me ! But far beyond my depth; my high blown pride More More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. And in another place, Let's dry our eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell And when I am forgotten, as I fhall be, And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right-hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues, be juft, and fear not. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'ft a blessed martyr. Serve the king; And pr'ythee, lead me in ; There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell I ferv'd my king, he would not in mine age I felect these two paffages as containing reflections of fuch a general kind, as might be with leaft impropriety transferred to the chorus; but if even these would lofe much of their force and pathos, if not spoken by the fallen statesman, how much more would those do, which are the expreffions of some instantaneous emotion, occafioned by the peculiar fituation of the perfon by whom they are uttered! The self-condemnation of a murderer makes a very deep impression upon us, when we are told by Macbeth himfelf, that hearing, while he was killing Duncan, one of the grooms cry God bless us, and Amen the other, he durft not say Amen. Had a formal chorus obferved, that a man in fuch |