Troilus, addressing the God of Day on the approach of the morning that parts him from Cressida, says with much scorn: What! proffer'st thou thy light here for to sell? Go, sell it them that smalle seles grave. If nobody but Shakespeare could have written the former, nobody but Chaucer would have thought of the latter.--Chaucer was the most literal of poets, as Richardson was of prose-writers. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA This is a very noble play. Though not in the first class of Shakespeare's productions, it stands next to them, and is, we think, the finest of his historical plays, that is, of those in which he made poetry the organ of history, and assumed a certain tone of character and sentiment, in conformity to known facts, instead of trusting to his observations of general nature or to the unlimited indulgence of his own fancy. What he has added to the history, is upon a par with it. His genius was, as it were, a match for history as well as nature, and could grapple at will with either. This play is full of that pervading comprehensive power by which the poet could always make himself master of time and circumstances. It presents a fine picture of Roman pride and Eastern magnificence: and in the struggle between the two, the empire of the world seems suspended, 'like the swan's down-feather: That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.' The characters breathe, move, and live. Shakespeare does not stand reasoning on what his characters would do or say, but at once BECOMES them, and speaks and acts for them. He does not present us with groups of stage-puppets or poetical machines making set speeches on human life, and acting from a calculation of ostensible motives, but he brings living men and women on the scene, who speak and act from real feelings, according to the ebbs and flows of passion, without the least tincture of the pedantry of logic or rhetoric. Nothing is made out by inference and analogy, by climax and antithesis, but everything takes place just as it would have done in reality, according to the occasion.--The character of Cleopatra is a masterpiece. What an extreme contrast it affords to Imogen! One would think it almost impossible for the same person to have drawn both. She is voluptuous, ostentatious, conscious, boastful of her charms, haughty, tyrannical, fickle. The luxurious pomp and gorgeous extravagance of the Egyptian queen are displayed in all their force and lustre, as well as the irregular grandeur of the soul of Mark Antony. Take only the first four lines that they speak as an example of the regal style of love-making. Cleopatra. If it be love, indeed, tell me how much? Antony. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleopatra. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. Antony. Then must thou needs find out new heav'n, new earth. The rich and poetical description of her person, beginning: