Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters — Jean-Jacques Rousseau — John Shaqi
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Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
There is in general much discourse and but very little action on the
French stage: the reason of which is, perhaps, that the French talk
much more than they do, or at least, that they pay a much greater
regard to what is said than to what is done. I remember the answer of
a spectator, who, in coming out from the representation of one of the
pieces of Dionysius the tyrant, was asked, what he had seen? _I have
seen nothing,_ said he, _but I have heard a deal of talk._ The same
might be said of the French plays. Racine and Corneille, with all
their genius, are no more than talkers, and their successor is the
first of all the French poets, who, in imitation of the English, has
sometimes ventured to bring scenes of action on the stage. In common,
their plays consist only of witty, or florid dialogues well disposed;
where it is obvious the chief design of the speakers is to display
their talents of wit and elocution. In the mean time, almost every
sentiment is delivered in the stile of a general maxim. However
transported they may be with passion, they always preserve their
respect to the public, of whom they think more constantly than of
themselves: the pieces of Racine and Moliere excepted, [26] egotism is
excluded as scrupulously from the French drama as from the writings of
messieurs de Port-Royal; and the passions of the human heart never
speak, but with all the modesty of Christian humility, in the third
person. There is besides a certain affected dignity in theatrical
discourse and action, which never permits the passions to be expressed
in their natural language, or suffers the writer to divest himself of
the poet and attend to the scene of action, but binds him constantly
down to the theatre and the audience. Hence the most critical
situations, the most interesting circumstances of the piece, never
make him forget the nicest arrangement, of phrase or elegancies of
attitude. Should even despair plunge a dagger in the heart of his
hero, not contented that, like Polixenes, he should observe a decency
in falling, he would not let him fall at all: for the sake of decency,
he is supported bolt upright after he is dead; and continues as erect
after he has expired as before.