Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

SOLSTITIUM

in Summer's Last Will and Testament — Nashe, Thomas

Metadata

PlaySummer's Last Will and Testament
AuthorNashe, Thomas
Year (catalogued)1600
First performance1592
Decade1600s
GenreComedy
Play typeAdult (?) or Boys (?) Professional
CompanyUnknown
Speech prefix(es)Solstitium. | Solst.
Words226
Characters1179
Typicality0.46 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA08009
BritDrama no.941
ClusterCluster 2 — Allegory, Nature & pageant voices

Important excerpts

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Full speech

All hail to Summer my dread sovereign Lord. Alas, my Lord, what gave you me to keep, But a few days eyes in my prime of youth? And those I have converted to white hairs: I never loved ambitiously to climb, Or thrust my hand too far into the fire. To be in heaven, sure, is a blessed thing: But Atlas-like, to prop heaven on ones back, Cannot but be more labour then delight. Such is the state of men in honour placed; They are gold vessels made for servile uses, High trees that keep the weather from low houses, But cannot shield the tempest from themselves. I love to dwell betwixt the hills and dales; Neither to be so great to be envied, Nor yet so poor the world should pity me. Inter utrum que tene, medio tutissimus ibis. In them I weigh the day and night alike. This white glass is the hourglasse of the day: This black one the joust measure of the night; One more then other holds not a grain: Both serve times joust proportion to maintain. Nothing my Lord, nor ought more did I ask. Deserts, my Lord, of ancient servitors, Are Like old sores, which may not be ripped up: Such use these times have God, that none must beg, But those that have young limbs to lavish fast.

Plot summary

Plot — Summer's Last Will and Testament
The ghost of WillNSWRIRIERS) assigned to speak the prologue to the play, is irritated that he has not been given a better part, and decides to remain on stage throughout the play and mock the actors. Siiiiier is mortally ill, He summons his officers to account for the wealth with which he has entrusted them. All M8, the Spring, has to show for his stewardship is a morris dance and other seasonal sports; he justifies his prodigality with the argument that gold is contemptible. Summer imposes a penance: he will always be attended with the abstinence of Lent. SGIStiEMm received little from Summer in the first place and can only render his loyalty and faithful service. Sol is criticized for arrogance above his station: he withers plants and dries up rivers, most recently the Thames. He insists that his haughty demeanour is appropriate for a servant of the great Summer, and tries to blame the moon for his misdeeds; so Summer sentences him to be eclipsed. @HiGh has left his celestial hunting-ground to look for game on Earth. After Abin disparages dogs, he declares their glories at length. He has no tribute to offer Summer, so he is banished for a year. H@EVE8t is more interested in singing than in rendering his account. He faces charges of corruption and hoarding corn, but denies them: it has simply been a poor harvest this year. Summer is satisfied and awards him a year’s rest from his labours. is too busy drinking to answer questions. He gets Will Summers drunk and ‘knights’ him with a jack of ale. Summer is unimpressed, Bacchus’ sentence is to be imprisoned in cellars and never entrusted with men’s secrets. Bacchus curses Summer with the absence of good cheer. Despairing of his servants’ negligence, Summer makes his will. Since he has no children, all he has must go to Autumn and Wintér. Autumn is over-eager to get his hands on Summer's crown, and Winter presents himself as a worthier successor. He disapproves of what he considers to be unprofitable members of the commonwealth, such as poets and philosophers, and feels that the only good books are works of divinity. Summer appoints Winter as Autumn’s overseer, treasurer, and protector; Autumn will be able to rule only with Winter’s consent. Autumn will not accept this, and warns Summer of the threat posed by Winter’s sons, Ghtistimas and BaekWinter. Called to answer the changes, Christmas proves hostile to the humbug of seasonal cheer and hospitality, and the mean-spirited Backwinter hates all warmth and…