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Or a Satire Upon the True-Blue-Protestant Poet T. S. . A Poem by John Dryden (1631-1700) A Study Guide Study Guide Prepared by Michael J. Cummings...© 2011 ......."Mac Flecknoe" is a mock epic. Such a work uses the elevated style of the classical epic poem such as The Iliad to satirize human follies. A mock epic pretends that a person, a place, a thing, or an idea is extraordinary
whenin the author's viewit is actually insignificant and trivial. For example, a mock epic about an inconsequential U.S. president such as Millard Fillmore might compare him to such rulers as Pericles, Julius Caesar, Saladin, Louis XIV, and George Washington.
......."Mac Flecknoe" first appeared in 1682 in an unedited, and probably unauthorized, edition printed in London for D. Green. Jacob Tonson published an edited and authorized copy of the poem in London in 1684 as part of a Dryden collection entitled Miscellany Poems. Dryden and Shadwell .......John Dryden wrote "Mac Flecknoe" to satirize another English writer, Thomas Shadwell (1642-1692), author of eighteen plays and a small body of poetry. Dryden and Shadwell had once treated each other amicably but became enemies because of their differing views on the following: 1...Politics. Dryden was a Tory; Shadwell was a Whig.2...Religion. Shadwell offended Dryden when he satirized Catholic and Anglican priests in a play entitled The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue o Divelly the Irish-Priest (1682). Dryden was considering becoming a Catholic at the time (and did in 1686). .......Although many of Shadwell's plays were popular in his time, critics generally regard him today as a writer of small merit. Dryden, on the other hand, enjoys a reputation as one of the greats of English literature. Richard Flecknoe .......Richard Flecknoe (1600-1678) was an English dramatist and poet whose writing was ridiculed by poet Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), as well as Dryden. In "Mac Flecknoe," Dryden casts him in the fictional role of the King of Nonsense. When the time comes for the aging king to select his successor, he chooses Thomas Shadwell. (In the poem, Dryden casts Shadwell as the son of the King of Nonsense.) Shadwell accedes to the crown as Mac Flecknoe. (Mac means son of.) .......The poem is set in London, referred to in the poem as Augusta. Augusta is the feminine form of the Latin Augustus, the name of one of ancient Rome's most powerful leaders, Augustus Caesar. As part of his mockery of Shadwell, Dryden chose the high-sounding Augusta as the name for the city Shadwell is to rule as King of Nonsense. .......The speaker/narrator presents the poem in third-person point of view but allows the elderly King of Nonsense to tell why he has selected Shadwell to succeed him. .......Flecknoe assumed the throne as King of Nonsense when he was young. In this respect, he was not unlike Augustus Caesar, who became emperor of Rome when he, too, was a young. And, like Caesar, Flecknoe rules for many years. And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe1found, who, like Augustus, young Was call'd to empire,2and had govern'd long: In prose and verse, was own'd, without dispute Through all the realms of Non-sense, absolute. This aged prince now flourishing in peace, And blest with issue3of a large increase,3 Worn out with business, did at length debate To settle the succession of the State:4................................10 And pond'ring which of all his sons was fit To reign, and wage immortal war with wit; Cry'd, 'tis resolv'd; for nature pleads that he Should only rule, who most resembles me: Shadwell5alone my perfect image bears, Mature in dullness from his tender years. Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity. The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense................................20 Some beams of wit6on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night7admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day: Besides his goodly fabric8fills the eye, And seems design'd for thoughtless majesty: Thoughtless as monarch oaks, that shade the plain, And, spread in solemn state, supinely reign. Heywood9and Shirley10were but types of thee, Thou last great prophet of tautology:11..................................30 Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, Was sent before but to prepare thy way; And coarsely clad in Norwich12drugget13came To teach the nations in thy greater name. 35My warbling lute,14the lute I whilom15strung When to King John of Portugal I sung, Was but the prelude to that glorious day, When thou on silver Thames did'st cut thy way, With well tim'd oars before the royal barge, 40Swell'd with the pride of thy celestial charge;.......................40 And big with hymn, commander of an host, The like was ne'er in Epsom blankets toss'd.16 Methinks I see the new Arion17sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail. At thy well sharpen'd thumb from shore to shore The treble squeaks for fear, the basses roar: Echoes from Pissing-Alley,18Shadwell call, And Shadwell they resound from Aston Hall. About thy boat the little fishes throng, As at the morning toast,19that floats along.............................50 Sometimes as prince of thy harmonious band Thou wield'st thy papers in thy threshing hand.20 St. André's21feet ne'er kept more equal time, Not ev'n the feet22of thy own Psyche's23rhyme: Though they in number as in sense excel; So just, so like tautology they fell, That, pale with envy, Singleton24forswore The lute and sword which he in triumph bore And vow'd he ne'er would act Villerius25more. Here stopt the good old sire; and wept for joy...........................60 In silent raptures of the hopeful boy. All arguments, but most his plays, persuade, That for anointed dullness he was made. Close to the walls which fair Augusta26bind, (The fair Augusta much to fears inclin'd)27 An ancient fabric, rais'd t'inform the sight, There stood of yore, and Barbican28it hight:29 A watch tower once; but now, so fate ordains, Of all the pile30an empty name remains. From its old ruins brothel-houses rise,......................................70 Scenes of lewd loves, and of polluted joys. Where their vast courts, the mother-strumpets keep, And, undisturb'd by watch, in silence sleep. Near these a nursery31erects its head, Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins32the gods defy. Great Fletcher33never treads in buskins34here, Nor greater Jonson35dares in socks36appear;..........................80 But gentle Simkin37just reception finds Amidst this monument of vanish'd minds: Pure clinches,38the suburbian muse affords; And Panton39waging harmless war with words. Here Flecknoe, as a place to fame well known, Ambitiously design'd his Shadwell's throne. For ancient Decker40prophesi'd long since, That in this pile should reign a mighty prince, Born for a scourge of wit, and flail of sense: To whom true dullness should some Psyches owe,....................90 But worlds of Misers41from his pen should flow; Humorists42and hypocrites it should produce, Whole Raymond43families, and tribes of Bruce.44 Now Empress Fame had publisht the renown, Of Shadwell's coronation through the town. Rous'd by report of fame, the nations meet, From near Bun-Hill, and distant Watling-street. No Persian carpets spread th'imperial way, But scatter'd limbs45of mangled poets lay: From dusty shops neglected authors come,.............................100 Martyrs of pies,46and reliques of the bum.47 Much Heywood, Shirley, Ogleby48there lay, But loads of Shadwell almost chok'd the way. Bilk'd stationers49for yeoman50stood prepar'd, And Herringman51was Captain of the Guard. The hoary prince52in majesty appear'd, High on a throne of his own labours rear'd. At his right hand our young Ascanius53sat Rome's other hope, and pillar of the state. His brows thick fogs, instead of glories, grace,.........................110 And lambent dullness play'd around his face. As Hannibal54did to the altars come, Sworn by his sire a mortal foe to Rome; So Shadwell swore, nor should his vow be vain, That he till death true dullness would maintain; And in his father's right, and realm's defence, Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense. The king himself the sacred unction made, As king by office, and as priest55by trade: In his sinister56hand, instead of ball,57....................................120 He plac'd a mighty mug of potent ale; Love's Kingdom58to his right he did convey, At once his sceptre and his rule of sway; Whose righteous lore the prince had practis'd young, And from whose loins recorded Psyche sprung,59 His temples last with poppies60were o'er spread, That nodding seem'd to consecrate his head: Just at that point of time, if fame not lie, On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's brook,...................................130 Presage of sway from twice six vultures took.61 Th'admiring throng loud acclamations make, And omens of his future empire take. The sire then shook the honours of his head, And from his brows damps of oblivion shed Full on the filial dullness:62long he stood, Repelling from his breast the raging god; At length burst out in this prophetic mood: Heavens bless my son, from Ireland let him reign To far Barbadoes on the Western main;....................................140 Of his dominion may no end be known, And greater than his father's be his throne. Beyond love's kingdom63let him stretch his pen; He paus'd, and all the people cry'd Amen. Then thus, continu'd he, my son advance Still in new impudence, new ignorance. Success let other teach, learn thou from me Pangs without birth, and fruitless industry. Let Virtuosos64in five years be writ; Yet not one thought accuse thy toil of wit..................................150 Let gentle George65in triumph tread the stage, Make Dorimant betray, and Loveit rage; Let Cully, Cockwood, Fopling,66charm the pit, And in their folly show the writer's wit. Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence, And justify their author's want of sense. Let 'em be all by thy own model made Of dullness, and desire no foreign aid: That they to future ages may be known, Not copies drawn, but issue of thy own......................................160 1Nay let thy men of wit too be the same, All full of thee, and differing but in name; But let no alien Sedley67interpose To lard with wit thy hungry Epsom68prose. And when false flowers of rhetoric thou would'st cull, Trust Nature, do not labour to be dull; But write thy best, and top; and in each line, Sir Formal's oratory69will be thine. Sir Formal, though unsought, attends thy quill, And does thy Northern Dedications70fill.....................................170 Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame, By arrogating Jonson's hostile name.71 Let Father Flecknoe fire thy mind with praise, And Uncle Ogleby72thy envy raise. Thou art my blood, where Jonson has no part; What share have we in Nature or in Art? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand, And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's73vein, Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain?.............................180 Where sold he bargains, whip-stitch, kiss my arse,74 Promis'd a play and dwindled to a farce? When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin, As thou whole Eth'ridge75dost transfuse to thine? But so transfus'd as oil on waters flow, His always floats above, thine sinks below. This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted bias of thy mind,76 By which one way, to dullness, 'tis inclin'd,..................................190 Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And in all changes that way bends thy will. Nor let thy mountain belly make pretence Of likeness;77thine's a tympany78of sense. A tun79of man in thy large bulk is writ, But sure thou 'rt but a kilderkin80of wit. Like mine thy gentle numbers81feebly creep, Thy Tragic Muse gives smiles, thy Comic sleep.82 With whate'er gall thou sett'st thy self to write, Thy inoffensive satires never bite..................................................200 In thy felonious heart, though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies. Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics83, but mild anagram: Leave writing plays, and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in acrostic land. There thou may'st wings display and altars raise,84 And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Or if thou would'st thy diff'rent talents suit, Set thy own songs, and sing them to thy lute................................210 He said, but his last words were scarcely heard, For Bruce and Longvil85had a trap prepar'd, And down they sent the yet declaiming bard. Sinking he left his drugget robe behind, Born upwards by a subterranean wind. The mantle fell to the young prophet's part, With double portion of his father's art. Notes 1.....Flecknoe: Richard Flecknoe. (See Background, above.) .......The tone of the poem is mischievous and mocking. .......Dryden's purpose in writing "Mac Flecknoe" was to expose Shadwell as a mediocre writerand to get even for Shadwell's offenses against him. Dryden lampoons Shadwell mercilessly, although he avoids sarcasm and harangue. Instead, Dryden uses the genius of his wit, razor sharp, to expose Shadwell's writing as humdrum and uninspired. Early in the poem, Dryden uses hyperbole to stress the dimness of Shadwell's imagination and creativity. Shadwell never deviates into sense.Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day (lines 20-24)Shadwell enjoyed a goodly measure of popularity in his day, not infrequently attracting crowds to performances of his works. However, over time, his popularity dwindled. Today, his works receive small attention. Time, that winnower of would-be Shakespeares, has blown away Shadwell and left Dryden in full flower. .......The poem is written entirely in couplets (two successive rhyming lines). The first two lines set the pattern. All human things are subject to decay,And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey:Internal Rhyme .......Dryden also included occasional internal rhyme in the poem, as in the following lines. As at the morning toast, that floats along (line 50)The lute and sword which he in triumph bore (line 58) All arguments, but most his plays, persuade (line 62) A watch tower once; but now, so fate ordains (line 68) Of all the pile an empty name remains (line 69)Meter .......The meter of the poem is iambic pentameter, as the first line demonstrates. ....1.................2...................3..............4.............5All HU..|..man THINGS..|..are SUB..|..ject TO..|..de CAY,.............................Figures of Speech .......Following are examples of figures of speech in the poem. For definitions of figures of speech, see Literary Terms. Alliteration Worn out with business, did at length debate (line 9)To settle the succession of the State: (line 10) To reign, and wage immortal war with wit (line 12) And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came (line 32)AnaphoraShadwell alone my perfect image bears, Mature in dullness from his tender years. Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity. (lines 15-18) So just, so like tautology they fell (line 56) Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred; His rising fogs prevail upon the day (lines 23-24) Comparison of Shadwell's intelligence to night and to fog Comparison of creativity to a ray of light Beyond love's kingdom let him stretch his pen (line 143) And when false flowers of rhetoric thou would'st cull (line 165) Comparison of fame to an empressSimileThoughtless as monarch oaks, that shade the plain (line 27) Comparison of Shadwell's thinking ability to that of monarch oaksStudy Questions and Writing Topics
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