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and the
Dark Lady of the Sonnets
Compiled by
John Kean
William Shakespeare and the Dark Lady
Sonnet 145
Those lips that love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate”
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
“I hate” she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heav’n to hell is flown away.
“I hate” from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying “not you”.
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London Bridge
From Roman times until the 19th Century, only one bridge ever
spanned the Thames in London, though it was destroyed and
rebuilt several times. The London Bridge known by Shakespeare
was completed in 1209 and was crowded with some 200
wooden buildings of up to seven stories tall that all but blocked
the road and overhung the river on each side. London Bridge
was a thriving centre of commerce, especially for mercers and
haberdashers. A prominent feature of the southern gatehouse
was the spiked heads of executed criminals, dipped in tar and
boiled to preserve them. Because of the congestion, crossing the
bridge could take over an hour, so the wealthy often elected to
use the bustling water taxis that crossed the river directly from
locations such as Falcon Stairs.
Sonnet 127
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name;
But now is black beauty’s successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature’s power,
Fairing the foul with Art’s false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress’ eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland’ring creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
Some remains of The Theatre have been found on New Inn Yard
in Shoreditch. The other major theatre of the time, The Curtain,
lay approximately at the site of the current Horse & Groom pub
on Curtain Road.
Sonnet 143
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feathered creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch
In púrsuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent:
So run’st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind.
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother’s part, kiss me, be kind.
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will,
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head;
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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St Paul’s
In the 1530s when King Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries,
the buildings around St Paul’s Cathedral were seized by the
Crown and afterwards sold mainly to printers and booksellers.
As a result, by Shakespeare’s time the area around St Paul’s had
become the major centre for book production and retail in
England and indeed Europe. Extensive analysis of his writings
has identified a large number of contemporary books that
Shakespeare must have read, and it is highly likely he would
have purchased these at St Paul’s.
Sonnet 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not t’have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
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Eastcheap
The Boar's Head Tavern on Eastcheap
features in several historical plays by
Shakespeare, particularly Henry IV,
Part 1 (written c.1596), though it
wasn’t actually around at the time
the play is set. The Boar’s Head
was established before 1537, but
was destroyed in 1666 in the Great
Fire of London. After rebuilding, it continued operation until
the late 1700s. When the building itself was demolished in
1831 the boar's head sign from 1668 was kept, and is now
installed in the replica of Shakespeare's Globe theatre in
Bankside.
Sonnet 135
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
More than enough am I, that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large Will more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one Will.
Sonnet 133
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;
Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engrossed;
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken,
A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,
But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail.
Whoe’er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigor in my jail.
And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
Sonnets 133 and 134 reveal that the Dark Lady was having an
affair with the Fair Youth of Sonnets 1 to 126, creating an intimate
love triangle that caused the poet considerable anguish. 12
Cornhill
The Royal Exchange on
Threadneedle Street opened in
1571, becoming the world’s first
shopping mall. Its arcade
accommodated more than two
hundred shops and several
thousand businessmen.
Shakespeare would almost
certainly have shopped there,
since he lived for a time nearby Cornhill, showing the Royal
in the parish of St Helen’s, Exchange as added later to the
Bishopsgate (see p. 15). “Agas” map of London c.1560.
Sonnet 134
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know’st, to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet in good faith some say, that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the pow’r to make love groan.
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone;
And to be sure that is not false, I swear
A thousand groans but thinking on thy face;
One on another’s neck do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment’s place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
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Bishopsgate
In 1596, the year before he bought New Place as his family
home in Stratford, Shakespeare was living in the parish of St.
Helen's, Bishopsgate. This is known because his name appears
in the parish register for tax evasion. It was here that he
probably penned Romeo and Juliet, A Midsummer Night’s
Dream, and The Merchant of Venice. The first mention of the
sonnets dates to 1598, suggesting that Shakespeare had
composed at least some of them while living here, though it is
not known if this includes the Dark Lady sequence.
Sonnet 128
How oft when thou, my music, music play’st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless’d than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
Lanier has been suggested as the Dark Lady because she was
undisputedly musical, married and bold, all qualities suggested
by the sonnets. Her Venetian ancestry may have given her a dark
complexion, and her poetry provides a possible link to
Shakespeare. Indeed, one author has even suggested she wrote
Shakespeare’s works.
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Aline Florio
Aline Daniel was born in Somerset,
probably in the early 1560s, where
her father was a music master. Her
brother John became a composer,
while her brother Samuel was a poet.
In 1580, Aline apparently married
John Florio (1553-1625), a noted
linguist of Italian descent and friend
of her brother Samuel. Like Shakespeare, Portrait of an anonymous
John Florio was patronised by both Henry English lady, c. 1618.
Wriothesley and William Herbert, the two
leading contenders for the Fair Youth of Shakespeare’s sonnets.
Indeed, it has been suggested that Florio is the true author of
Shakespeare’s works. John and Aline had three children
between 1585 and 1589. Very little else is known about her,
but much has been speculated.
Sonnet 152
In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn;
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing,
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost;
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see.
For I have sworn thee fair: more perjured eye,
To swear against the truth so foul a lie.
Mary Fitton
Mary Fitton (1578-1647) was a prominent
maid-of-honour to Elizabeth I. She was
under the care of the powerful Sir William
Knollys, 1st Earl of Banbury (1544-1632)
whose love for her was unrequited.
Instead, Mary conducted a number of
scandalous affairs with members of the
court. She bore a stillborn son to William
Herbert, 3rd Earl of Pembroke, had two Portrait of Mary Fitton,
children to the married Vice-Admiral Sir c. 1595.
Richard Leveson, and later bore another
son to Captain William Polwhele, one of Leveson's officers. Mary
married Polwhele, and after he died in 1610 she remarried John
Loughler. Her ghost is said to haunt Gawsworth Old Hall in Cheshire.
Mary Fitton might be the Dark Lady if William Herbert is the Fair
Youth. However, there is no evidence that she ever met Shakespeare,
though she may have been acquainted with William Kempe
who was an actor in Shakespeare's troupe. 18
Cripplegate
Queen Elizabeth I died in 1603 and was succeeded by James I,
formerly James IV of Scotland, who was an enthusiastic supporter of
the theatre. The new King patronised Shakespeare’s troupe, who
renamed themselves The King’s Men.
The plague epidemic of 1603-04 prompted the closure of London’s
playhouses. Shakespeare moved to Cripplegate, where he rented
rooms from Christopher Mountjoy, a French Huguenot and maker of
fashionable ladies’ headpieces called ‘tires’. The neighbourhood of this
house on Silver Street was destroyed in 1666 by the Great Fire of
London, and again by heavy bombing in WWII. Little now remains
except a stone slab at the end of Noble Street, marking with skull and
crossbones the site of the former churchyard of St Olave’s which is
thought to have stood directly opposite the Mountjoy house. While
residing in Cripplegate, Shakespeare probably wrote Measure for
Measure, Othello, and possibly King Lear.
Marie Mountjoy
In May 1612 Shakespeare made a deposition in
a court case against Christopher Mountjoy by
his son-in-law and apprentice, Stephen Bellott,
who claimed that Mountjoy had not paid the
dowry owed him for reluctantly marrying
his daughter Mary. Shakespeare confirmed
that he was living in the house in 1604 when
the girl’s mother, Marie (c.1566 – 1606), asked
him to convince Bellott to marry Mary. The Portrait of an unknown
English lady.
Mountjoys were protestant refugees who had
fled persecution in France in the 1570s. Christopher was apparently
much older than Marie, and is thought to have had a mistress. Marie,
herself, was apparently conducting an adulterous affair with a local
cloth merchant to whom she had at one stage fallen pregnant.
The evidence for Marie Mountjoy being the Dark Lady consists of her
Mediterranean heritage and the darker skin thus implied, her unfaithful
marriage, and her known close association with Shakespeare as
19 they shared a house for some time.
Southwark
In 1607, Sonnet 132
Shakespeare’s
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
younger brother Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Edmund died and Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
was buried St Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain;
Mary Overie, And truly, not the morning sun of heav’n
now known as Better becomes the gray cheeks of the east,
Southwark Nor that full star that ushers in the ev’n
Cathedral. Doth half that glory to the sober west,
Edmund had As those two mourning eyes become thy face.
O let it then as well beseem thy heart
been an actor like
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
William. By then And suit thy pity like in every part.
the theatres had Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
re-opened after And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
the latest plague
epidemic and At a stretch, the references to mourning in this
Shakespeare may sonnet might relate to the death of Shakespeare’s
have been living only son in 1596, or to that of his younger brother
back on the south in 1607. More likely, the Dark Lady was mourning
some loss of her own, or Shakespeare was seeing
side of the river
her contemplate ending their relationship.
near The Globe.
Blackfriars
In 1608, the year that Shakespeare’s mother died, the Kings Men
took over the indoor theatre at Blackfriars. James Burbage had
purchased part of the old Blackfriars priory a dozen years earlier and
converted it into a theatre, but its use was blocked by a petition
from local residents. The objection seems to have dropped by 1609
when performances began. Thereafter the King’s Men utilised
Blackfriars in winter and The Globe in summer. The company
thrived, and through a series of lucrative investments Shakespeare
became relatively prosperous. One of his investments was the
purchase of the old Blackfriars gatehouse in 1613, though it appears
he never lived there but instead leased it out to one John
Robinson. 20
Jane Davenent
Sir William Davenant (1606-1668) was a
noted poet and playwright. His parents,
John and Jane Davenant, ran The
Crown Inn in Oxford. William was said
to have acknowledged Shakespeare as
his father, though he may well have
meant his literary mentor rather than his
biological sire. However, some authors
have imagined Shakespeare stopping off
at the Crown Inn on his way between
Anne Hyde (1637-1671),
London and Stratford and there
one of the first
conducting a tempestuous affair with commoners to marry the
the Dark Lady of that establishment. heir to the English throne.
Jane Davenant died in 1622.
Sonnet 147
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desp’rate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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