Christmas-Eve. Browning is one of three
or four sons of the nineteenth century who dared to
fill in the outlines, or to complete the half-told
tale, of Shakespeare’s Caliban.[43] Kenan’s
hero is the quondam disciple of Stephano and Trinculo,
finished and matured in the corrupt mob-politics of
Europe; a caustic symbol of democracy, as Renan saw
it, alternately trampling on and patronising culture.
Browning’s Caliban is far truer to Shakespeare’s
conception; he is the Caliban of Shakespeare, not
followed into a new phase but observed in a different
attitude,—Caliban of the days before the
Storm, an unsophisticated creature of the island,
inaccessible to the wisdom of Europe, and not yet the
dupe of its vice. His wisdom, his science, his
arts, are all his own. He anticipates the heady
joy of Stephano’s bottle with a mash of gourds
of his own invention. And his religion too is
his own,—no decoction from any of the recognised
vintages of religious thought, but a home-made brew
cunningly distilled from the teeming animal and plant
life of the Island. It is a mistake to call Caliban’s
theology a study of primitive religion; for primitive
religion is inseparable from the primitive tribe,
and Caliban the savage, who has never known society,
was a conception as unhistorical as it was exquisitely
adapted to the individualist ways of Browning’s
imagination. Tradition and prescription, which
fetter the savage with iron bonds, exist for Caliban
only in the form of the faith held by his dam, which
he puts aside in the calm decisive way of a modern
thinker, as one who has nothing to fear from the penalties
of heresy, and has even outlived the exultation of
free thought:—
“His dam held
that the Quiet made all things
Which Setebos
vexed only: ’holds not so;
Who made them
weak, made weakness He might vex.”
[Footnote 43: It is characteristic that M. Maeterlinck
found no place for Caliban in his striking fantasia
on the Tempest, Joyzelle.]
Caliban’s theology has, moreover, very real
points of contact with Browning’s own.
His god is that sheer Power which Browning from the
first recognised; it is because Setebos feels heat
and cold, and is therefore a weak creature with ungratified
wants, that Caliban decides there must be behind him
a divinity that “all it hath a mind to, doth.”
Caliban is one of Browning’s most consummate
realists; he has the remorselessly vivid perceptions
of a Lippo Lippi and a Sludge. Browning’s
wealth of recondite animal and plant lore is nowhere
else so amazingly displayed; the very character of
beast or bird will be hit off in a line,—as
the pie with the long tongue
“That pricks deep
into oakwarts for a worm,
And says a plain
word when she finds her prize,”
or the lumpish sea-beast which he blinded and called
Caliban (an admirable trait)—
“A bitter heart
that bides its time and bites.”
And all this curious scrutiny is reflected in Caliban’s
god. The sudden catastrophe at the close