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This is to “idealise” in the right sense of the word.  Fixing his mind on the Idea of two human beings, a man and a woman who trespass from the law of the great moral powers ordering the Universe (Man along with it) and are overtaken in that trespass and punished, Shakespeare disencumbers it of all that is trivial, irrelevant, non-essential.  He takes the wickedest crime of which man can be guilty; not a mere naked murder, nor even a murder for profit, but the murder of a king by his sworn soldier, of a guest by his host, of a sleeping guest by the hand on which he has just bestowed a diamond.  Can criminality be laid barer?  He illustrates it again in two persons lifted above the common station; and he does this not (as I think) for the practical reason for which Aristotle seems to commend it to tragic writers—­that the disasters of great persons are more striking than those of the small fry of mankind—­that, as the height is, so will be the fall—­or not for that reason alone; but, still in the process of “idealising,” because such persons, exalted above the obscuring petty cares of life, may reasonably be expected to see the Universe with a clearer vision than ours, to have more delicate ears for its harmonies.  Who but a King should know most concerning moral law?  Why is he with our consent lifted up so that he may hear the divine commandments better than we, and dictate them down to us?  He is greater, but yet—­and this is the point—­a man like ourselves ([Greek:  omoios]).  He cannot for purposes of tragedy be wholly good:  for not only is this extremely rare in real life, and almost inconceivable, but the ruin of a wholly good man would merely shock, without teaching us anything.  The disaster of a tragic figure must come, and be seen to come, through some fault—­or, at least, some mistake—­of his own.  But again he must not be wholly bad, for the disasters of the wholly bad do not affect us save with disgust.  Such men, we know, are not like ourselves.  What happens to them may serve for The Police News.  Tragedy does not deal with the worthless.  How then are Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, beings like ourselves, to fall into crime so heinous?  Again Shakespeare strips the Idea bare:  their trespass comes through ambition, “last infirmity of noble minds,” under the blinding persuasion of witchcraft, which (an actual belief in Shakespeare’s time) is a direct negation of the moral law, and puts Satan in place of God.

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It is curious that, some thirty-odd years after Shakespeare had handled this tremendous theme, another attempt on it was being meditated, and by the man whom the most of us rank next after Shakespeare in the hierarchy of English poets.  Among the treasures in the library at Trinity College, Cambridge, lies a manuscript, the hand-writing undoubtedly Milton’s, containing a list compiled by him of promising subjects for the