Essays on the Stage | Page 8

_Muses
Looking-glass_, makes his whole Moral to be the Vindication of the
Stage, and its usefulness, and by shewing the passions in their Kinds,
contrives to confute some canting prejudic'd Zealots, whose ignorance
and frenzy had conspir'd before to run it down; I will treat the Reader
here with some of it.
A Country Lass, for such she was, tho here In th' City may be Sluts as
well as there; Kept her hands clean, for those being always seen, Had
told her else how sluttish she had been; Yet was her Face, as dirty as
the Stall Of a Fish-monger, or a Usurer's Hall Begrim'd with filth, that
you might boldly say, She was a true piece of _Prometheus_'s Clay. At
last, within a Pail, for Country Lasses Have oft you know, no other
Looking-glasses, She view'd her dirty Face, and doubtless would Have
blush'd, if through so much dirt she could. At last, within that Water,
that I say, That shew'd the Dirt, she wash'd the Dirt away. _So,
Comedies, as Poets still intend 'em,_ _Serve first to shew your faults,
and then to mend 'em._
[Footnote: _Muses Looking-Glass._]
Here was a pretty Compliment to our Art now, a good Moral with good
Manners into the bargain; and yet 'tis certain the times then were as
Licentious as now, and the Poets took as little care of their Writings;
but Mr Randolph always made his good Nature agree with his Wit, and
put as favourable construction upon Scenes of Diversion, as reason
would allow, tho he perhaps had as much occasion for 50 _l._ as the
Absolver when he writ his Book. He knew that if there was so stupid a
Temper, that the Moral of a Play could not reform, the looseness that
was in it could not prejudice; nor if a wild Town-Fellow, or a baffl'd
Bully, or passionate Lover, being characters in a Play, spoke some
extravagances proper for 'em, would he roar it out for Blasphemy,

Profaneness, &_c._ and make a malicious scrutiny, and unreasonable
interpretation of words, which had no other intention but to make the
Character natural by customary manner of Speech, as he has shewn
examples by two of his own, in the extremes of Vain-glory and
Hypocrisie: And yet this Gentleman was as Learned, as good a Critick,
and as Consciencious a man, as our Absolver can pretend to be; and if I
say, I had somewhat a better Title to Modesty and good Manners, I
think it may be made out, he having a civil regard to the Poets,
defended their Cause, and excus'd some failings for the sake of some
other Merits, when this treats 'em all like fools, tho he has only rak'd up
a few of their errors, which he has made a huge heap of Rubbish, by
peering through his own Magnifying Glass, without any allowance to
their qualifications, or any modest care to do 'em justice, which ought
to have been one way as well as another.
So much then for his Modesty in one of its kinds, which is decency of
behaviour and expression; as for the other, he has plaid such a Game at
Hide and Seek with us, that we have been long in a Mist, not knowing
how to discover it: But the Air clears, and 'tis time for us now to take
the right end of the perspective, tho he would give us the Wrong, and
then try if we cannot discern, in the midst of his Garden of Divinity, a
neat friend of his call'd Immorality, tho he would subtly insinuate him
into the world as a stranger, leading his darling daughter dear
Hypocrisie into an Arbor; where, after they had been some time alone,
our Critick knowing how to be civil to his own creature, and to give
'em time enough to beget a right understanding, he is very glad at last
to be a third in the company.
I should not have put him upon this warm Office, if I had not found
him too hot and bold with our Famous Ancient Truth-telling Poet
Juvenal, when in his Book he tells us, _he teaches those vices he would
correct, and writes more like a Pimp than a Poet_ [Footnote: Collier, p.
70, 71.]--But upon just consideration, I believe if the Absolver taught
the Art of Rebellion no more than Juvenal the Art of Pimping, the one
would be respected in after Ages, as much as we know the other has in
the former: But every one is Fool or Knave that is not of this
Gentlemans kidney. A little while after, at the usual rate of his own

accustom'd civility, he falls upon the _Renown'd Shakespear_, and says,
he is so guilty, that he is not fit to