Then, although his father and mother could neither of them write themselves, they decided that their children should be taught, so William was sent to the Grammar School. He was, I think, fonder of the blue sky and the slow-flowing river and the deep dark woods that grew about his home that of the low-roofed schoolroom.
He went perhaps
"A whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school."
But we do not know. And whether he liked school or not, at least we know that later, when he came to write plays, he made fun of schoolmasters. He knew "little Latin and less Greek,"* said a friend in after life, but then that friend was very learned and might think "little" that which we might take for "a good deal."
Indeed, another old writer says "he understood Latin pretty well."**
*Ben Jonson.
**John Aubrey.
We know little either of Shakespeare"s school hours or play hours, but once or twice at least he may have seen a play or pageant. His father went on prospering and was made chief bailiff of the town, and while in that office he entertained twice at least troups of strolling players, the Queen"s Company and the Earl of Worcester"s Company. It is very likely that little Will was taken to see the plays they acted. Then when he was eleven years old there was great excitement in the country town, for Queen Elizabeth came to visit the great Earl of Leicester at his castle of Kenilworth, not sixteen miles away.
There were great doings then, and the Queen was received with all the magnificence and pomp that money could procure and imagination invent. Some of these grand shows Shakespeare must have seen.
Long afterwards he remembered perhaps how one evening he had stood among the crowd tiptoeing and eager to catch a glimpse of the great Queen as she sat enthroned on a golden chair. Her red- gold hair gleamed and glittered with jewels under the flickering torchlight. Around her stood a crowd of n.o.bles and ladies only less brilliant that she. Then, as William gazed and gazed, his eyes aching with the dazzling lights, there was a movement in the surging crowd, a murmur of "ohs" and "ahs." And, turning, the boy saw another lady, another Queen, appear from out the dark shadow of the trees. Stately and slowly she moved across the gra.s.s. Then following her came a winged boy with golden bow and arrows. This was the G.o.d of Love, who roamed the world shooting his love arrows at the hearts of men and women, making them love each other. He aimed, he shot, the arrow flew, but the G.o.d missed his aim and the lady pa.s.sed on, beautiful, cold, free, as before. Love could not touch her, he followed her but in vain.
It was with such pageants, such allegories, that her people flattered Queen Elizabeth, for many men laid their hearts at her feet, but she in return never gave her own. She was the woman above all others to be loved, to be worshiped, but herself remained in "maiden meditation fancy-free." The memory of those brilliant days stayed with the poet-child. They were sun-gilt, as childish memories are, and in after years he wrote:
"That very time I saw (but thou couldst not) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm"d. A certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the West, And loos"d his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young cupid"s fiery shaft Quench"d in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress pa.s.sed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark"d I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower; Before, milk-white; now, purple with love"s wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness."*
*Midsummer Night"s Dream, Act II Scene i.
Some time after John Shakespeare became chief bailiff his fortunes turned. From being rich he became poor. Bit by bit he was obliged to sell his own and his wife"s property. So little Will was taken away from school at the age of thirteen, and set to earn his own living as a butcher--his father"s trade, we are told. But if he ever was a butcher he was, nevertheless, an actor and a poet, "and when he killed a calf he would do it in a high style and make a speech."* How Shakespeare fared in this new work we do not know, but we may fancy him when work was done wandering along the pretty country lanes or losing himself in the forest of Arden, which lay not far from his home, "the poet"s eye in a fine frenzy rolling," and singing to himself:
"Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a."*
*Winter"s Tale, Act IV Scene ii.
*John Aubrey.
He knew the lore of fields and woods, of trees and flowers, and birds and beasts. He sang of
"The ousel-c.o.c.k so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill.
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer nay."*
*Midsummer Night"s Dream, Act III Scene i.
He remembered, perhaps, in after years his rambles by the slow- flowing Avon, when he wrote:
"He makes sweet music with th" enamell"d stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wide ocean."*
*Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II Scene vii.
He knew the times of the flowers. In spring he marked
"the daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty."*
*Winter"s Tale.
Of summer flowers he tells us
"Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi" the sun, And with him rises weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer."*
*Winter"s Tale.
He knew that "a lapwing runs close by the ground," that choughs are "russet-pated." He knew all the beauty that is to be found throughout the country year.
Sometimes in his country wanderings Shakespeare got into mischief too. He had a daring spirit, and on quiet dark nights he could creep silently about the woods snaring rabbits or hunting deer.
But we are told "he was given to all unluckiness in stealing venison and rabbits."* He was often caught, sometimes got a good beating, and sometimes was sent to prison.
*Archdeacon Davies.
So the years pa.s.sed on, and we know little of what happened in them. Some people like to think that Shakespeare was a schoolmaster for a time, others that he was a clerk in a lawyer"s office. He may have been one or other, but we do not know. What we do know is that when he was eighteen he took a great step. He married. We can imagine him making love-songs then. Perhaps he sang:
"O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true-love"s coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers" meeting; Every wise man"s son doth know.
What is love? "tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What"s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, Youth"s a stuff will not endure."*
*Twelfth Night.
The lady whom Shakespeare married was named Anne Hathaway. She came of farmer folk like Shakespeare"s own mother. She was eight years older than her boyish lover, but beyond that we know little of Anne Hathaway, for Shakespeare never anywhere mentions his wife.
A little while after their marriage a daughter was born to Anne and William Shakespeare. Nearly two years later a little boy and girl came to them. The boy died when he was about eleven, and only the two little girls, Judith and Susanna, lived to grow up.
In spite of the fact that Shakespeare had now a wife and children to look after, he had not settled down. He was still wild, and being caught once more in stealing game he left Stratford and went to London.
Chapter XLVI SHAKESPEARE--THE MAN
WHEN Shakespeare first went to London he had a hard life. He found no better work to do than that of holding horses outside the theater doors. In those days the plays took place in the afternoon, and as many of the fine folk who came to watch them rode on horseback, some one was needed to look after the horses until the play was over. But poor though this work was, Shakespeare seems to have done it well, and he became such a favorite that he had several boys under him who were long known as "Shakespeare"s boys." Their master, however, soon left work outside the theater for work inside. And now began the busiest years of his life, for he both acted and wrote. At first it may be he only altered and improved the plays of others. But soon he began to write plays that were all his own. Yet Shakespeare, like Chaucer, never invented any of his own stories. There is only one play of his, called Love"s Labor"s Lost, the story of which is not to be found in some earlier book. That, too, may have been founded on another story which is now lost.
When you come to know Shakespeare"s plays well you will find it very interesting to follow his stories to their sources. That of King Lear, which is one of Shakespeare"s great romantic historical plays, is, for instance, to be found in Geoffrey of Monmouth, in Wace"s Brut, and in Layamon"s Brut. But it was from none of these that Shakespeare took the story, but from the chronicle of a man named Holinshed who lived and wrote in the time of Queen Elizabeth, he in his turn having taken it from some one of the earlier sources.
For, after all, in spite of the thousands of books that have been written since the world began, there are only a certain number of stories which great writers have told again and again in varying ways. One instance of this we saw when in the beginning of this book we followed the story of Arthur.
But although Shakespeare borrowed his plots from others, when he had borrowed them he made them all his own. He made his people so vivid and so true that he makes us forget that they are not real people. We can hardly realize that they never lived, that they never walked and talked, and cried and laughed, loved and hated, in this world just as we do. And this is so because the stage to him is life and life a stage. "All the world"s a stage," he says,
"And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances: And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."*