Saturday, April 3, 2010

Laid-Back Shakespeare #7

If you’ve been reading this series, “Laid-Back Shakespeare,” you’re aware that these are posts on my blog that might be labeled “Shakespeare Trivia,” little-known info on William Shakespeare’s life and times.
In the first six posts, we covered the importance that Will Shakespeare and his father John placed on obtaining a family coat of arms, which would allow them to move up in the world.

The final word on this subject might be said to come from Ben Jonson, another great Elizabethan playwright, as well as a friend, competitor and general all-around nag to Will S. Ben deserves at least one post in our “Laid-Back” series.
To many scholars, Ben Jonson was the greatest dramatic genius of that Golden Age of Theatre, after William Shakespeare. As a personality, he was the opposite of Will: the word “irascible” is often used to describe him.

Picture this: a guy who rose from nothing – I mean, he was a bricklayer – who was unable to go to university, and who decided to educate himself. He became one of the best-educated men in the country. Ultimately, Oxford, which previously wouldn’t have allowed him to deliver a pizza in the back door, granted him an MA.
He was also contentious, argumentative and constantly in trouble. He had a rap sheet that was almost unbelievable. He had killed a soldier in man-to-man combat in the Low Countries, and he killed another man in a duel. He was locked up in prison from time to time for “leude and mutynous” behavior, which seemed to sort of sum up his life.
It’s worth pointing out that the report of his heroic man-to-man combat experience came from him; no one else ever mentioned it.
As for the duel, that really happened, and Ben J. was in trouble; he could have been hanged for such a killing. He managed to get off by using a legal ploy, something that says a lot about life in Elizabethan England. He got off by pleading “benefit of clergy.”
It worked, even though there were few who would have described Ben Jonson as clergy, or even having much to do with clergy.
However, there were so few educated people in the country at that time that authorities decided it would be best not to execute a person if he could prove he could read and write. In that case he would be considered to be “clergy.” Ben did well in this test: he aced the exam by reciting a Bible verse in Latin. He got off lightly: he was just branded with the mark of a felon.
This tough guy was capable of magnificent writing; imagine a roughneck writing the light and lovely “Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes,” which he did.
As for the profession of playwrighting, it was at that time a dangerous business. Write the wrong words in a script and your punishment was severe. In Ben Jonson’s play “Eastward Ho!” he committed the fox pass of appearing to suggest that King James the One had accepted payment for creating knighthoods. That was a mistake. He not only wound up in jail but endured torture. Will Shakespeare was careful throughout his career to keep his nasal passages clean; he stayed out of trouble. Ben sort of stayed in trouble.

As an example of what could happen, the playwright Thomas Nashe wrote a play titled “The Isle of Dogs,” which the Privy Council did not, to say the least, like very much. Aware of the possible impending imprisonment and torture – everyone was aware that the horrible rack, among other such devices, could be waiting for them – Nashe hurriedly left town and hid out in the country. The Privy Council threatened to tear down all the theatres. That would have brought the Golden Age of Theatre to a grinding halt, not to mention Will Shakespeare’s career along with it. Fortunately, the Council never got around to actually carrying out its threat.
If Ben Jonson were around today, my guess is he would be a writer of plays for off-off-Broadway, and he would usually be dressed, even for formal occasions, in worn-out jeans and a dirty T-shirt with an offensive motto printed on the front, and he would be sporting a huge bushy beard, with bits of whatever he had for breakfast embedded in it.

Ben J. regarded with amusement his friend Will Shakespeare’s efforts to turn himself into a gentleman. It would seem he especially got a kick out of the Shakespeare coat of arms, with its “Not Without Right” motto. We know this because he proceeded to write a play which has a character who has received a coat of arms (which he got through bribery); the character, by the way, is a clown.
His coat of arms has a picture of a boar, with a three-word motto beneath: “Not Without Mustard.”
Everyone who was in any way connected with the theatre in London at that time undoubtedly found that hysterically funny. It’s probable that Our Will wasn’t as amused.

As a totally irrelevant side comment, Pocahontas – yes that Pocahontas – was in England and was actually in the audience for one of Ben’s productions.
Ben Jonson died on Aug. 6, 1637. Once he was safely dead, the country decided that he was the foremost man of letters of his age and he was buried with great ceremony in Westminster Abbey.
(He was one up on his friend Will; Shakespeare was not buried in Westminster Abbey.)
Ben was buried under a slab on which was carved the words, “O Rare Ben Jonson!”
He was rare; there were none rarer.


Karen M. Peterson said...

It's sad. I consider myself a fairly well-read person and I can't remember even hearing of Ben Jonson.

I guess I need to spend more time in the library.

Stopping in from WoW to say hello. Congrats on being yesterday's BoN!

Berowne said...

Karen: "Stopping in from WoW to say hello. Congrats on being yesterday's BoN!"

Any friend of WOW is a friend of mine!

Pearl said...

Ben sounds to have been far more interesting as a person.

"Not Without Mustard". That's the best thing I've read today...


j said...

I agree with Karen, I like to think I'm well read too but I don't know of this Ben guy! Very interesting and hopefully it'll be helpful on some trivia night!

* said...

Old Will a bricklayer? Fascinating stuff.

I'm new to your blog and finding it interesting and historically engaging.

Berowne said...

Terresa: "Old Will a bricklayer? Fascinating stuff."

No, that was Ben.

Berowne said...

Pearl: "Not Without Mustard". That's the best thing I've read today...

I agree, a great line.

Berowne said...

Jennee: "I agree with Karen, I like to think I'm well read too but I don't know of this Ben guy!"

Yes, someone well worth knowing. :-)

ds said...

"Not without Mustard." Tame for Elizabethan snark (or was it Jacobean--what did they call the era of the James Stuarts? And no, not the Golden Age of Hollywood, ha ha), but probably very effective. You have added Mr. Jonson to the endless reading list. Thank you for that--and for this piece.

Pat said...

I too know little about Ben and get confused with Boswell and the other Jonson.
Did he ever have a love life?

Berowne said...

Pat: "Did he ever have a love life?"

Yes, but a sort of sad story. From Wikipedia:
"Ben Jonson married, some time before 1594, a woman he described to Drummond as 'a shrew, yet honest.' The registers of St. Martin's Church state that his eldest daughter Mary died in November, 1593, when she was only six months old. His eldest son Benjamin died of the plague ten years later (Jonson's epitaph to him On My First Sonne was written shortly after), and a second Benjamin died in 1635.

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