ABSTRACT

The dramatic literature of this period only wants exploring, to fill the enquiring mind with wonder and delight, and to convince us that we have been wrong in lavishing all our praise on 'new-born gauds, though they are made and moulded of things past;' and in 'giving to dust, that is a little gilded, more laud than gilt o'er-dusted.' To leave this, and proceed to something pleasanter, Midas and Endymion, which are worthy of their names and of the subject. Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius, Know that your words have won me at the last, To practise magic and concealed arts. Perhaps the finest trait in the whole play, and that which softens and subdues the horror of it, is the interest taken by the two scholars in the fate of their master, and their unavailing attempts to dissuade him from his relentless career.