Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters — Jean-Jacques Rousseau — John Shaqi
Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters
Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
This assemblage, so magnificent and well conducted, is regarded by the
spectators as if all the things and characters exhibited were real. On
seeing the representation of a heathen temple, they are seized with a
profound reverence; and, if the goddess be at all pretty, half the men
in the pit are immediately pagans.
Here the audience is not so nice as at the French comedy. Those very
spectators, who could not there consider the player as the character
he represented, cannot, at the opera consider him any otherwise. It
seems as if they were shocked at a national deception, and could give
into nothing but what was grossly absurd; or perhaps they can more
easily conceive players to be gods than heroes. Jupiter being of
another nature, people may think of him as they please; but Cato was a
man, and how few men are there, who, to judge from themselves, have
any reason to think such a man as Cato ever existed.
This opera is not composed, therefore, as in other places, of a
company of mercenaries, hired to furnish out an entertainment for the
public. It is true, they are paid by the public, and it is their
business to attend the opera: but the nature of it is quite changed by
its becoming a royal academy of music, a sort of sovereign tribunal
that judges without appeal in its own cause, and is not very
remarkable for justice and integrity. Thus you see, how much in some
countries the essence of things depends on mere words, and how a
respectable title may do honour to that which least deserves it.
The members of this illustrious academy are not degraded by their
profession: in revenge, however, they are excommunicated, which is
directly contrary to the custom of all other countries: but, perhaps,
having had their choice, they had rather live honourably and be
damned, than go, as plebeians, vulgarly to heaven. I have seen a
modern chevalier, on the French theatre, as proud of the profession of
a player, as the unfortunate Laberius was formerly mortified at it,
although the latter was forced into it by the commands of Caesar, and
recited only his own works. [34] But then our degraded ancient could
not afterwards take his place in the circus among the Roman knights;
whilst the modern one found his every day at the French comedy, among
the first nobility in the kingdom. And I will venture to say, never
did they talk at Rome with so much respect, of the majesty of the
Roman people, as they do at Paris, of the majesty of the opera.
This is what I have gathered chiefly from conversation about this
splendid entertainment; I will now relate to you what I have seen of
it myself.