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The writer of this tragedy, at the end of his labour, received a severe disappointment. "Gustavus Vasa" had been accepted by the managers of Drury Lane, in 1739, with high expectation of its success, and had even arrived at the last rehearsal, when an order came from the Lord Chamberlain's office, to prohibit its performance.2
The reader will possibly observe some passages in the work, which will account for this mandate; yet the author felt himself aggrieved, and his friends considered him so deeply wronged, that the play was printed, and the sum of one thousand pounds immediately raised by its sale.3
Under these circumstances it is not probable, that the influence of authority was a misfortune to the dramatist; on the contrary, his production was rendered popular by having excited opposition from the hand of power; and every reader was highly pleased with it as a literary performance; whereas, had those very persons seen it in action, upon the stage, no doubt but it would have proved a languid, if not a dull exhibition.
[Page 4]In evidence of this opinion, not one of the sentiments which were formerly dreaded by government, can apply to the present times; yet the play is seldom acted; and the reason is, because it is deficient both of interest and incident for representation. Its greatest merit, then, it seems, has been, in the giving a kind of seditious description of the blessing of liberty, which warmed the bosoms of all those, who fancied they did not enjoy it. But liberty, like meaner blessings, palls in the possession, and now, though an English audience still think themselves bound to applaud those sentences which boast of freedom, long use has made its charms so familiar, that no ceremonious courtesy to so old an acquaintance, will make a play attractive which has not other requisites.
This play should, properly, be called historical, for its foundation is the following page of history:— Gustavus I. King of Sweden, known by the name of Gustavus Vasa, was born in 1490. He was the son of Eric Vasa, Duke of Gripsholm, and descended from the ancient kings of Sweden. Christiern II. King of Denmark, having got Gustavus into his hands, in the war in which he reduced Sweden, kept him several years prisoner at Copenhagen. He at length made his escape, and having prevailed on the Dalecarlians to throw off the Danish yoke, he put himself at their head. MOD. UNIV. HIST.4
At this crisis the tragedy commences, and continues throughout an event of much interest, in the pe-[Page 5]rusal, though not conducted with dramatic force or skill.
Mr. Brooke, the author, being a native of Ireland, while he resided at his paternal estate, in the county of Cavan, wrote some dramas for the Dublin stage; but the same spirit of persecution, as he has termed it, pursued him in Hibernia: and an opera, entitled "Jack the Giant Queller," after being performed one night with success, was forbidden by the Lord Lieutenant, ever to be acted again.5
The love of liberty in Mr. Brooke, naturally increased the more he felt its loss, and, from a mere admirer, he became an enthusiast in the cause.—During the rebellion in 1745, he took an active part in politics, and wrote the "Farmer's Letters" in imitation of "The Drapier's" of Dean Swift, which gave high offence to the government of Ireland, whilst his friends declared, they only breathed the zeal of a true patriot.6 Such are the discordant sentiments of various readers!
Such also are the discordant sensations of certain writers with certain readers, that this author, in his public statement of facts, relative to the Lord Chamberlain's forbidding the performance of "Gustavus Vasa," on account of its disloyal tendency, thus asserts—"I was so far from a view of merit with the disaffected, that I looked on this performance as the highest compliment I could pay to the present establishment."7
But partial judgment, in the case of literature, can-
b 3[Page 6]not be better exemplified than in
the following lines, extracted from a poem addressed to the author of Gustavus Vasa, by Paul Whitehead. Shakspeare's no
more—lost was the poet's name,Till thou, my friend, my genius, sprung to fame.Lur'd by his laurels' never-fading bloom,You boldly snatch'd the trophy from his tomb.8 space between stanzas