THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
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uilt around expressions of conflicting attitudes and codes. King Basilius’s impulse to withdraw himself and his<br />
family into an Arcadian retreat ostensibly represents a vain attempt to escape the fulfilment of a curse. It also suggests<br />
an espousal of passivity and inaction which is to be negated by the active series of intrigues indulged in by the two<br />
princes, Musidorus and Pyrocles, who intrude themselves into Basilius’s pastoral refuge. Sidney seeks to draw out<br />
contrasted themes of honour and deception, calmness of mind and discordant passion, cultivated courtesy and rough<br />
wooing, gentility and seduction, ordered ceremonial and violence. The first version of his story culminates in a trial<br />
for murder and in the meting out of a savage justice (though the situation is happily resolved by the reawakening of<br />
the supposedly poisoned king). In the revised text, where Sidney attempted to expunge the offences of seduction and<br />
attempted rape, the insertion of new<br />
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characters and of fresh adventures for existing ones serves to add to the multiple oppositions of behaviour and<br />
emotion. His narrative shape is as much clogged with moral reflection and circuitous demonstration as his longer<br />
sentences are loaded with simile, metaphor, and conceit. The second ‘Book or Act’ of the Old Arcadia opens, for<br />
example, with a description of the feverish disruption brought about by the ‘poison’ of love: ‘In these pastoral<br />
pastimes a great number of days were sent to follow their flying predecessors, while the cup of poison, which was<br />
deeply tasted of all this noble company, had left no sinew of theirs without mortally searching into it; yet never<br />
manifesting his venomous work till once that, having drawn out the evening to his longest line, no sooner had the<br />
night given place to the breaking out of the morning’s light and the sun bestowed his beams upon the tops of the<br />
mountains but that the woeful Gynecia (to whom rest was no ease) had left her loathed lodging and gotten herself into<br />
the solitary places those deserts were full of, going up and down with such unquiet motions as the grieved and<br />
hopeless mind is wont to bring forth.’ The Arcadia resembles nothing so much as an elaborate Renaissance pleasuregarden,<br />
endlessly and symbolically varied with floral knots and mazes, lodges and bowers, topiary and trellis, the<br />
familiar and the rare. It serves as a vital key to the dense interweaving of novelty and tradition in English culture in<br />
the late sixteenth century, but the very intensity and scale of its artifice have tended to dispirit those modern readers<br />
predisposed to prefer the kinship of the wilder touches of nature to the arts of formal cultivation.<br />
Sidney’s Arcadia exhibits the sophistication to which much courtly Elizabethan prose fiction aspired. A very<br />
different display of narrative sophistication is, however, evident in George Gascoigne’s The Adventures of Master F.<br />
J., first published in Gascoigne’s anthology of his own poetry, prose, and drama, A Hundreth Sundrie Flowres, in<br />
1573. Gascoigne (c. 1534-77) later relegated an emasculated revision of the story to the ‘Weedes’ section of his later<br />
collection The Posies of George Gascoigne (1575) where he was at pains to insist in his Preface that his fiction was<br />
purely imaginary and that ‘there is no living creature touched or to be noted therby’. This Preface may well have been<br />
intended to add a new ironic dimension to an already complex narration and to place a fresh emphasis on a<br />
fictionality which had failed to impress some literal-minded readers. In the original version of Master F. J. Gascoigne<br />
comments generally on the amatory affectations of his time and he debunks the posturings of courtly love, but the very<br />
structure of his story indicates that he was also a careful craftsman. F J.’s amorous adventures are recounted by two<br />
intermediary narrators, G.T. and his friend H.W. The often comic presentation of a triangle of lovers, subtly framed<br />
by H.W. and G.T., effectively counters G.T.’s self deprecating protestation that he has merely presented his readers<br />
with a ‘thriftless history’.<br />
A triangular relationship, though a far less interesting one, also figures in John Lyly’s Euphues: The Triumph of<br />
Wyt (1578). The thin plot of Euphues is more a vehicle for Lyly’s elaborately poised style than an experiment in<br />
narrative<br />
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playfulness or an examination of manners and motives. Lyly (?1554-1606) was essentially more interested in the art<br />
of speaking than in the art of telling. His book and its sequel Euphues and his England (published in 1580 when the<br />
much admired Euphues was already in its fourth edition) provided a witty, courtly, rhetorical, and learned<br />
divertissement fit ‘for all gentlemen to read, and most necessary to remember’. Lyly presents his readers with<br />
character types (Euphues - ‘well endowed with natural gifts’ or ‘witty’; Eubulus - ‘good counsellor’; Philautus -<br />
‘selfish man’) and moves his narrative forward, like a debate, by means of shapely oppositional discourses. If both<br />
books purport to preach the virtues of experience married to wit, they do so by exposing readers to moral and<br />
intellectual choice. Lyly’s once celebrated sentences, principally shaped by balanced antitheses, insist on a reader’s<br />
grasp of the effect of contrasted perceptions and of extremes. When, for example, Eubulus attempts to explain the<br />
dangers which threaten an inexperienced and ‘high climbing’ intelligence, he offers Euphues a string of examples:<br />
‘The fine crystal is sooner crazed than the hard marble, the greenest beech burneth faster than the driest oak, the<br />
fairest silk is soonest soiled, and the sweetest wine turneth to the sharpest vinegar. The pestilence doth most rifest